CHAPTER XIII. THE TABLES TURNED Haskins departed from Devonshire by the eleven-fifty morning train from Paddington with a great sense of exaltation. The necessity of immediate action appealed to his active brain and to his craving for romance. That there was more than a spice of danger in the adventure to which he was committed added to his enjoyment. Notwithstanding his repudiation of Todd's suggestion that murder might be the end of these things he took the precaution of carrying a revolver. After all, Major Reb was being driven into a highly unpleasant corner and, from what Gerald knew of him, he was not the kind of man to submit tamely to being beaten. Nor would he readily surrender six thousand a year. He had enjoyed the luxuries of life too long to be content with the mere necessities, and that was only human nature. However, Haskins determined to beard the lion in his den which for the moment was Geary's village inn. Gerald himself decided to remain at the Prince's Head's silvery since the Negro, by Reb's orders, might make himself highly disagreeable should the young man live under the sinister roof of the Devon maid. But Haskins was not easily intimidated and even though the Major and his underling joined forces to thwart him, he felt quite equal to dealing with them collectively or separately. Reb was on his side, and Gerald had an implicit belief that good was stronger than evil, those who fought in the cause for which Geary and Reb were fighting could not possibly triumph. It was after four o'clock when Haskins arrived in Silbury and he repaired it once to the Prince's Head. Mrs. Jennings was glad to see him and gave him his old room. He learned that Reb in his motor-car had gone two days previously to Denley and had not returned to the little town. He was visiting an elderly relative at Leagarth, said the landlady, and Gerald smiled when he noticed how persistently the Major kept up the fiction to account for his presence in the neighborhood. While he was having afternoon tea he asked questions and learned to his surprise that Bellaria was the elderly relative. She is an Italian, said Haskins on hearing this. One of them nasty foreigners, assented the plump hostess. Of course she is, sir, for I've seen her myself. At times she comes to Silbury for marketing and she went to London the other day coming back in a broken-up condition, as you might say. Haskins smiled grimly. He knew well what had broken Bellaria up. But she can't be any relative of Major Reb, he expostulated. He is quite English, as is Jennings. Irish, begging your pardon, sir, but it's this way, as the Major told me himself when he stopped here for the night. This missed Bellaria's parents were Italian and Major Rebs were Irish, but his father died and her mother, so her father married the Major's mother which makes them a kind of sister and brother. Gerald shrugged his shoulders at this somewhat confused description and shook his head. It may please Reb to call Bellaria Dondie his elderly relative, he said quietly, but in reality there is no relationship between them. Mrs. Jennings nodded in her turn, and he ain't very kind to her. She went on disapprovingly, for she do look miserable when she comes out of that lunatic asylum, as you might call it. Lunatic asylum? Haskins received a shock. He had no idea that the rumour of Mavis's insanity had spread so far as silvery. But Mrs. Jennings seemed to know all about it. Oh yes, sir, don't you know? She remarked earnestly. Miss Bellaria is said to watch that poor girl Mavis Durham who is quite mad. Who says that she is mad? Asked Gerald heatedly. Everyone, replied the landlady vaguely. Why, the Major himself told me she was always wanting to kill people. That is why she is shut up and watched by Miss Bellaria. It would never do, sir, for a lunatic like that to come out. Why, we might all be murdered in our beds. It was on the tip of Haskins' tongue to deny the insanity of Mavis for which Mrs. Jennings vouched so staunchly. But to do so would have led to an admission of his secret visits to the Pixie's house. Until he settled with Reb he did not wish these to be known, therefore he contented himself with another question. Have you ever seen Miss Durham? Lord, no, sir, nor has anyone else. Miss Bellaria keeps her safely within the grounds of that tumble-down house and a good thing too, say I. Does the house belong to Major Reb? No, sir, to that poor girl herself. You see, sir, the Durhams were a great family hereabouts for years. But they all died out, save one, who went soldiering to India. He was shot in the lungs some months after his marriage at Simla to an English lady and came home to die. He lingered a year and died at Brighton. And his wife? Oh, she died in Bombay when starting for England, long before Captain Durham was shot. That poor girl at the Pixie's house was born when her mother died, so Major Reb, who was a brother officer of Captain Durham, took charge of her. Has Miss Durham any money? I can't tell you that, sir. What I say is only what I have heard from time to time. I believe that she has the old house of the Durhams and enough money to keep her. Major Reb is a good, kind gentleman to take such trouble over the poor thing. Many another gentleman would have shut her up in a lunatic asylum. Asken smiled once more very significantly. He quite believed that if Reb could have shut up Mavis as a lunatic he would have done so long ago. But in the first place it would be difficult to get two doctors to certify to her insanity and in the second, if the case became known, the use of the girl's money by Reb might be questioned. The Major had just made sufficient of the story public to save himself from awkward questions and Gerald foresaw that to extricate Mavis from her false position was a more difficult task than he had reckoned upon. However, notwithstanding that things looked thus black, he held to his determination of having an explanation with Major Reb, and as the evening was pleasant he walked to Denley at his leisure. There was more chance of catching the Major at this hour since it was probable that he would always return to the Devon maid for dinner. As he was starting Mrs. Jennings came up to him at the door. If you see Major Reb, sir, she said in a low voice, you might tell him that Mr. Arnold has come back. Who is he? asked Gerald, forgetting what Mavis had said. A small, clever gentleman with a long beard who looked after that poor girl for a time. He went away to some foreign port months ago but returned to this neighborhood during the last two or three days. I haven't seen Mr. Arnold myself, and had Mrs. Jennings, but others have seen him and I want the Major to know. Why? asked Haskins looking at her keenly. Mr. Arnold behaved very badly to Major Reb, explained the landlady, and went away without giving notice. Major Reb wants to see him and ask why he left him in the lurch as you might say. I'll tell him, said Haskins nodding. Where is this Mr. Arnold now? I can't say, sir, save that he is in the neighborhood. Haskins walked away, pondering over what had been said. He then remembered how Mavis had called this dwarf Arnold by the name of Shibar and said that he had gone to Australia. Apparently he had acted as a kind of companion to Mavis and possibly as a tutor, although he had not been allowed by Reb to teach his pupil reading or writing. It occurred to Gerald that the scholar was friendly to Mavis. In that case he certainly would be hostile to her guardian as he could not fail to know from personal observation that the girl was perfectly sane and was illegally detained. The young man felt very certain that Reb wished to see this Mr. Arnold not to ask him questions as to the reason for his sudden departure some months back, but to bribe him into silence regarding the truth. I shall hunt up Arnold, thought Gerald, as he mounted the rising road to Denley. He may be able to help Mavis and myself. And Heaven knows that we shall need all the help and friendship that we can obtain. The evening was warm, luminous and intensely still. Haskins did not hurry himself but sauntered through the lovely country enjoying its beauty in spite of his anxious state of mind. In the depths of his heart he felt that everything would come right in the end and that he would someday be able to make Mavis his dear wife. They would then live happily ever afterwards just like a fairytale. Still in fairytales the lovers always have to undergo much woe and sorrow and danger before the end is reached and this fantasy of real life, as Gerald believed, was to proceed much on the same lines. Dragons had to be overcome, magicians thwarted, and shantied castles had to be stormed. But when these tasks laid upon the fated prince were accomplished, he would awaken the princess to everyday life with a kiss and all the fairies would come to the nuptials. The young man thought allegorically, but there was a bit of truth enshrined in the symbols. And fairytales themselves are only fanciful pictures of life's mystery. Pain must be undergone before pleasure can be gained. Geary was absent when the traveller arrived at the Devon maid and Haskins was not sorry to hear this from Mrs. Geary who received him. The negro having learned from Reb and Valeria that the castle he had guarded was discovered would not be in the best of humours and would probably make himself disagreeable. Not that Gerald had any fear of the man, but he wished for an explanation with Reb before any open quarrel took place. The major, as a civilised being, would certainly be more reasonable than the negro. Is Major Reb in? questioned Gerald when Mrs. Geary had told him of her husband's absence. She did not say where he was as she apparently did not know, and to Geary was not the man to permit questions. Yes, sir. He is having dinner in your old room. I am sorry you can't have the room, Mr. Haskins, but the major. Yes, yes, I understand, said Haskins impatiently. Take my card to Major Reb and say that I have come down from London to see him. Mrs. Geary did this in her stalled way and shortly returned to Usher Haskins into the well-remembered sitting-room. Here he was received somewhat stiffly by the man he had come to see and the landlady retired, closing the door carefully after her. Reb looked thinner and more erect and more reserved than ever. With a silent bow he pointed to a seat and waited to hear what Gerald had to say. Considering the two men had already met frequently this reception was frigid, but Reb apparently wished to make Haskins as uncomfortable as possible so that he might get the better of him. If such was his object he failed to attain it for Gerald anticipating this demeanor was quite cheerful and very observant. The major, having finished his meal, lighted a cigar but did not offer one to Haskins. This was a sign of war and Gerald accepted it as such.  Not exactly, answered the other coolly, my man told me that you wished to see me in London and of course I found your card when I returned. I regret that I could not see you then but I had to come back here on business. To see your elderly relative, no doubt. Bilaria Dundee, precisely, well... Why fence in this way, Reb? asked the young man. You have heard from Bilaria that I... Yes, interrupted the major, leaning forward and gripping the arms of his chair with an angry expression on his face. Bilaria has told me of your secret visits to the Pixies' house. I must say that you have behaved very badly, Haskins. This is not the kind of thing I expected from you. Gerald raised his eyebrows. We have not been intimate that you should expect me to consider your feelings. Since my future wife was your mother's friend and is yours, said Reb with dignity, I was quite willing to admit you to a certain degree of intimacy. Now the case is altered. Because I love your ward? No, because you went by stealth to see her. If you had come to me I could have explained her unhappy condition. I am quite certain that you could. Retorted Gerald looking straight at his enemy as he was convinced the major was. But is there any need of an explanation? Everyone hereabouts declares that Miss Durham is insane and not responsible for her actions. A flash of pleasure came and went in Reb's dark eyes for the moment and then he looked hypocritically sad. Poor girl, it is only too true. I don't agree with you there, said Haskins quietly. Indeed, on what grounds? I have had several interviews with Mavis and I am quite certain that she is as sane as you or I.  Ask your own conscience. Reb struck his hand fiercely on the table. You go too far, Haskins, in saying that. I am not forced to account for my actions to you. You may not think so, said Gerald, feeling that they were coming to close quarters, but I do. I love Mavis and wish to marry her. It is out of the question. Why? She is, as I declare, insane. If you married her she would probably murder you in your sleep. I am willing to take the risk, said Haskins with a contemptuous smile. He saw that Reb was trying to make the best of his position. I am not willing that you should, retorted the major. Ah, but the decision lies with me. Mrs. Crosby. Reb looked furious. What has Mrs. Crosby to do with this matter? Has she not told you? Told me what? I have heard nothing from Mrs. Crosby. Gerald privately apologized to himself for having doubted the little woman, but determined to have no further misunderstanding. He spoke out. I saw Mrs. Crosby when I was in London and asked her to help me to marry Mavis. Not even for Mrs. Crosby's sake can I consent to that. A marriage of that kind would be a sin. How dare you tell my private affairs to my future wife? And Reb again struck the table. Gently, Major, gently. I am not to be intimidated. I asked Mrs. Crosby to help me as she is my mother's old friend and I have known her much longer than you have. She refused to help me. Ah, cried Reb gratified. I knew that she loved me. But she agreed to keep what I had told her a secret from you for at least a month on condition that I took no steps meanwhile to run away with Mavis. From what you say I understand that she has kept her promise and I have done her an injustice. I fancied from your sudden departure to this place that she had told you. Mrs. Crosby has told me nothing, said Reb coldly. I came down here because I heard that Belaria had been up to see me. Also I had a line from Geary saying that something was wrong. I came down at once and was informed that you had been spying out my private affairs. Don't call hard names, Major, said Gerald Cooley. I admit that I was wrong to speak to Mrs. Crosby seeing that she is engaged to you. But I am putting that right by coming here for an explanation and I absolve Mrs. Crosby from her promise. But I was not wrong in obeying the invitation of the sealed message. Any young man in my position would have done the same. Ah, the cylinder! cried Reb angrily. Belaria told me of that as Mavis confessed to her what she had done. Who would have thought that the girl would have communicated with the world in that way? Why should she not communicate with the world? asked Gerald sharply. Reb saw that in his hurry he had made a mistake and tried to get out of it. Why? Because she is crazy. And for that reason she has not been taught to read or write. Exactly. The doctor said that if she were educated or if her brain was subjected to any strain her homicidal mania would be intensified. Out of sheer pity for the unfortunate girl I have had her kept in ignorance. I see, said Haskins, thinking that the excuse was extremely skillful. Then Mr. Arnold taught her nothing. Reb started. The cigar fell from his fingers and he turned pale. The mention of the name evidently worried him not a little. What do you know of Mr. Arnold? he demanded. Only that he is or was Mavis's tutor in some sort of odd way. And that reminds me, Mrs. Jennings of the Princess Head gave me a message for you, Major. Mr. Arnold, she says, has returned from Australia and is in the neighborhood. Stale news, Haskins, said Reb recovering his wits. Geary found out at least a week ago that Arnold was traveling round the country in a kind of gypsy caravan selling books. It was about Arnold that Geary wrote to me. I came down to see into the matter as Arnold is a rascal. But I also learned on my arrival from Balearia that you had been taking an interest in my affairs. And he sneered. In the affairs of the woman I hope to make my wife, said Gerald imperturbably, Reb rose stiffly. Mr. Haskins, he said in a most ceremonious manner, had you come to me in the first place and without acting in this underhand manner I should have told you that such a marriage is impossible. I tell you so now and beg to this interview. Gerald rose also. As you please, Major Reb, after all, he paused at the door. Six thousand a year is worth fighting for. Reb gasped, again turned pale, and fell back into his chair. End of Chapter 13 Chapter 14 of The Sealed Message by Fergus Hume. This Liborox recording is in the public domain. 14 The Unexpected Happens Do you still wish me to go? inquired Gerald politely and half opening the sitting-room door. No! cried Reb sharply.  Haskins returned to his seat. Does what I say need explanation? Certainly. You insinuate that my income has to do with Mavis. You place the matter in a nutshell, Major. It has. Reb rose again with the look of a man at bay. You dare too. I dare anything in the cause of Mavis. Interrupted Gerald imperiously. Don't make any mistake about my attitude, Major Reb. If you act honestly, I am here as your friend. But if you declare war, I am willing to accept your challenge. If a look could have slain the bald speaker, Haskins would have dropped dead where he stood. But he bore Reb's fierce gaze without flinching and waited for him to speak. The Major made a gigantic effort and gained control of himself sufficiently to open his mouth for a quiet question. Where did you learn this? he demanded. From the will of Captain Julian Durham at Somerset House. Indeed! More spying! sneered the other but his lip quivered. Haskins shrugged his shoulders and took scarcely any notice of the insult. That is a weak speech to make, he remarked. Reb passed a handkerchief across his pale lips. Who told you about the will? he asked quietly. It was more an intuition than anything else, said Haskins, anxious to shield Mrs. Geary, whose chance words had put him on the track. I saw that Mavis was sane and that you were shutting her up for some reason. Money was the reason that suggested itself. And you searched in Somerset House? Not personally. McAndrew did that as my lawyer. Great heavens! stormed Reb growing darkly red. Is McAndrew in this affair also? Would you tell me, Mr. Haskins, how many people you have succeeded in interesting in my private business? Only Todd and myself know about the matter so far. I refer to the will, of course. But others may come to know of it unless. Ah! said Reb quickly. Now we are coming to the gist of the matter, Mr. Haskins. Unless what? Unless you give Mavis her proper position in the world. And consent to your marriage with her, I suppose. Haskins bowed. You save me the trouble of an explanation. There is another explanation to be made, said Reb, trying to appear calm, and one that injustice to myself I must make. The will? Pardon me, interrupted Gerald Cooley. But Mrs. Jennings knows all about your words alleged insanity. Her true insanity, cried Reb warmly. Everyone in Denley and Silbury and Ligarth knows about the poor girl and that she is washed by Bilaria Dundee.  Just so. And does all the neighborhood know about Julian Durham's will? Anyone who goes to Somerset House can learn what he wishes as you have done, retorted the major. I am not bound to make my private affairs public down here. You apparently are trying to do your best to provide gossip for the neighborhood. Well, yes. I mean to get Mavis out of the Pixie's house. Reb jumped up and banged on the table furiously. I defy you. Yes, I defy you. He almost shouted. And you shall not get her out of that house? She is well treated and... One moment. I never said that she was not well treated, said Gerald swiftly. But badly as you are behaving, I presume your conscience does not allow you to ill-treat Mavis, seeing that you are enjoying her fortune. Take care, take care. I may strike you. By all means, it will give me the chance to take you into court for assault and make the matter of Pixie's house public. Ah, Reb looked scathingly at the bold speaker. You are afraid. Oh, no. If you strike me, I shall probably give you a good thrashing, which to my mind you richly deserve. In an ordinary case, I would thrash you and let you go. But my desire is to force you into taking up a public position of defense. I am quite willing to do so, said Reb violently. You can employ McAndrew or any lawyer you like. The will is in my favour, and I have carried out its provisions. Pardon me, but that is just what you have not done. Mavis, by the will, was to be educated. She can neither read nor write. The doctor said... Produce your doctor who said that her brain could not understand or could not bear teaching. It is no use, major.  You dare? You dare? I dare now and I shall dare in open court. We tormented the young man.  In the first place, you can't. In the second, if you did, you would only be tried for murder instead of conspiracy. Conspiracy?  Yes, against the liberty of a subject. Reb had proved himself to be a brave man in several South African engagements, so it was not fear that prevented him from falling upon the man who thus defied him and meddled with his most private affairs. But with all his fury, and he could scarcely articulate for rage, he was sufficiently master of himself to know that to strike Haskins would only force him into open court. Reb had no wish that the will of Durham and his guardianship of Mavish should be a topic of conversation with his friends or appear in print for the delectation of the public. He therefore kept his hands down by his sides and subdued his wrath as best he could. But the effort nearly choked him. You have said all that you can say, Mr. Haskins. He growled in a guttural voice filled with menace, so you can go. Oh! Certainly, we join Gerald again. And your attitude? I stand by the will of my brother officer, said Reb with suppressed fury. I enjoy the Durham property until Mavish marries. She is not fit to marry being insane, therefore. You will enjoy the Durham property until the end of your life. Yes, said Reb determinately. I do hold to that. Mavish is all she wants and is happy where she is.  But on Mavish's twenty-first birthday, Reb, when she hopes to come out into the world. What then? How will you restrain her? Will she be happy then? I am not bound to tell you of my plans regarding my ward, said the Major stiffly. On her twenty-first birthday I shall know how to act. Good night! said Gerald abruptly and made for the door. Stop! cried Reb imperatively. What about your attitude? Haskins wheeled at the door. I love Mavish and I intend to make her my wife. That is my attitude. I see! sneered the Major. You are after her money. The insult was too contemptible to be noticed. Think what you like, Major. Only remember one thing. If you harm Mavish in any way or transfer her to another hiding place I shall hold you accountable. In what way? questioned the other contemptuously. I shall find some relative of Mavish and get him or her to contest the will. That will bring everything out. Very probably, but Mavish has no relative. Julian Durham was the last of his race and so, since his wife was dead, left his child for me to look after. Had he or she any relative I should not have been a pointed guardian. I stand by the will. Good night! Gerald hesitated and wondered whether he would say anything more, but on second thoughts he decided to hold his peace and abruptly left the room. After all, there was no more to be arranged. He knew the attitude which Reb had taken up and Reb knew his attitude. It only remained to fight for possession of the girl. As Haskins walked back to Silbury in the rapidly gathering darkness he admitted that Reb's position was a strong one. Mavish was perfectly happy and had all she wanted. The loss of liberty did not trouble her since she had the spacious grounds of the Pixies house for a playground and moreover thought that all English girls were brought up in the same way. Had she known that this was a lie she might have fretted after her liberty and then there would have been some ground to go upon. But were she taken into court she could not deny but that her guardian had been kind and had given her all she required. This reasoning was all in favor of Reb. Then again, since Reb swore that Mavish was insane he was quite justified in shutting her up so long as she was treated kindly. Certainly could she be proved to be sane his position would then be a very awkward one as it would force him to explain why he had used the girl's money all these years while keeping her endurance vile. But as Todd had said and Gerald had echoed much could be done with money and if things came to be made public Reb might be able to bribe a couple of doctors to certify to Mavish's insanity. In that case she would be shut up in a public asylum and Reb, after setting aside a certain sum for her maintenance, would enjoy the Durham income for the rest of his wicked life. The plot was very cunningly arranged and in standing by the will Reb took up an almost unassailable position. Many another man would have been daunted by the difficulties thus presented by a survey of the position. But Gerald was in love and to a lover nothing is impossible that stands in the way of his gaining his mistress. Haskins did not know for the moment exactly how to act but in one way or another he determined to force Reb's strong hand. By warning Reb he had certainly put him on his guard against any possible allopment but he had also forced him to behave in a more or less straightforward manner. Knowing that he was watched the major could not smuggle Mavish into another hiding place. During the conversation Gerald had intended to mention Bellaria's dread of the coral hand so that he might learn if it was really the Tanna society that she feared. But the chances were that Reb would not have told him and moreover the introduction of a new subject might have complicated matters. Haskins therefore congratulated himself that he had kept silence. Also for the moment it was unnecessary to draw Reb's attention to the wonderful likeness between Charity and Mavish. Doubtless Reb was well aware of it and it was more than likely that Reb could explain it. Still bearing in mind Mrs. Palamodin's offer to pass off Mavish as Charity should it be necessary Gerald resolved to hold his peace. At one moment he was inclined to storm the Pixie's house secretly and elope with Mavish hiding her as above under the name of Charity who would then be out of the way as Mrs. McAndrew. But Reb would know who had taken Mavish away and standing by the will which gave him the guardianship of Mavish until she was 21 would make dire trouble. Gerald did not wish to be arrested as he could do little good for Mavish if imprisoned. It only remained then to return to London and to see Todd. In one way or another some start could be made towards extricating Mavish from the clutches of her guardian and when the start was made the desired end would be reached sooner or later. Gerald therefore determined to leave Silbury next morning and to begin his campaign forthwith, assisted by Todd. He felt very reluctant to leave the neighborhood without seeing Mavish but he was forced to. Valaria would now be on her guard if he attempted to climb the wall and Gerald was very certain that Geary had been sent to watch the Pixies house by his precious master. Haskins had a revolver as opposed to the yellow handled knife about which Mavish had talked so he did not fear the encounter. But an open struggle would only damage the position of Mavish and impede any plans made for her rescue. Knowing that Reb had the will and swore to the reported insanity of Mavish to strengthen his attitude Gerald was extremely anxious to move cautiously. In sheer desperation major Reb might call in the assistance of the law much as Haskins wished to force the man's hand he did not want to do so by placing himself in the wrong. To take Mavish from the guardianship of a man appointed by her father's will would be a disobedience to the law of which Reb would take full advantage. As the night was warm Gerald having plenty of time did not hurry himself. There was no moon and the stars were covered with done huge clouds. Very little light therefore came from above. Nevertheless the night was not entirely dark as a faint luminous radiance was everywhere spread and he could pick his way along the high road very easily. Although following Todd's advice he had his revolver in his hip pocket he never thought that it would be necessary to use it. Major Reb as a civilized being had refrained from actual violence much as he apparently desired to use it. But then he would only have taken to his fists. It was far otherwise with that semi civilized savage would undoubtedly have taken to his yellow handled knife. In the usual way in which intuitions came to Haskins the thought of this knife unexpectedly flashed into his mind when he topped the last rise of the hills. Already he could see the glimmer of the silvery lights and paused a moment to watch them shining like stars under the muggy canopy of the heavy sky. But the knife thought remained and he turned his head uneasily from side to side sending danger by his six cents. The feeling passed and then came again stronger than ever when he began to walk on once more. He glanced back and then swerved to one side just in time to avoid the rush of a big black form which hurled itself out of the shadows. It was Geary who dashed towards him, missed, wheeled and flung himself again on the young man. Haskins had walked to Denly in his flannels as the evening was so close so he was a sufficiently easy mark in the semi-darkness showing whitely like a negative against the gloom. Geary clutched him in his powerful arms before he could swerve again or draw his revolver, and then Gerald realized with a shock of surprise that, save for a pair of dungary trousers, the man was naked. Not only that, but the upper part of his body had been rubbed with oil and he slipped about like an eel. Geary made no remark, nor did Gerald speak, but the two men, the one big and burly, the other lithe and wiry, wrestled together for mastery. Haskins believed that Geary wished to get him down and stab him, but could not see if he held a knife. He certainly did not in his huge hands, but he might have had his trapped sailor fashion in the small of his back. Without a word, the two men swung and swayed, Geary wriggling and pressing Gerald downward with his great weight. But Haskins had lately taken lessons in Jujitsu, of which the Negro was apparently ignorant, so he suddenly gave way with an unexpected relaxing of all the muscles. Geary uttered a guttural ejaculation of anger and surprise as he felt the looseness of the young man's body and found a moment afterwards that his big arms were empty. By making himself small, so to speak, Gerald had slipped out of the Negro's grip and darted back with lightning speed. When Geary swung round again to the assault, he found himself facing a revolver. Nothing daunted, his hands slipped round to the back of his dungary trousers and a moment later Gerald saw the steel glitter in the dim light as Geary rushed forward with uplifted hand. Haskins did not wish to kill the man as he was a necessary witness to save Mavis, so he winged him. The bullets struck the Negro's right arm and the knife dropped as he howled viciously. Apparently dreading another shot, he sprang aside and then backward and vanished. For some minutes Gerald heard the pat pat pat of his bare feet on the highway and became aware then for the first time that he had escaped a great danger. Picking up the knife he replaced his revolver in his hip pocket and walked swiftly towards Silbury, wondering if Reb had sent the man to kill him. If so, Geary had failed and as there was no chance of another attempt being made on that night Gerald did not trouble himself on the way to the town. He swiftly resolved to say nothing of his adventure, especially as any publicity might lead to revelations being made at the moment while Mavis' fate swung in the balance. But later Gerald determined to bring Geary to justice. He had the evidence of the knife. At the first street lamp he stopped and looked at the weapon. It was a dangerous piece of steel, a bowy knife, but the handle was of black wood. What then had become of the yellow handled knife which Mavis feared so greatly? Gerald was too weary and ached too much with his late struggle to think over this problem. He therefore postponed all consideration until next morning. On reaching the prince's head he sat down to an excellent meal and held his peace about his adventures. After dinner he drank some coffee and smoked a couple of pipes. Then he went to bed about ten o'clock or a trifle later. Shortly, in spite of the late excitement, he fell asleep. When he awoke it was nine o'clock in the morning. Feeling somewhat bruised and stiff, for Geary's grasp was like that of an octopus, he decided to remain in bed instead of taking the morning train to London. The afternoon train would do, he decided, so he rang for his breakfast to be served intending to rise at midday. The chambermaid took his orders for breakfast and seemed to be flustered, but before he could make inquiries she ran out of the room. Later Mrs. Jennings herself arrived with the breakfast tray and looked excited as she placed it on the bed. Oh, Mr. Haskins! she cried with shining eyes. Such terrible news! That mad girl at the Pixie's house has murdered Miss Balarria and has bolted. It is impossible. Gasped Haskins starting up in bed. The milkman from Ligarth has just brought the news, sir. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of the Sealed Message by Fergus Hume This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. 15. A Tragedy Mrs. Jennings' news was so startling that Gerald could only fall back on his pillow and stare at her excited face. Pleased with the effect which she produced, like all gossips, she continued rapidly to explain breathlessly. The milkman's master, Evans is his name, went at seven this morning with the milk to the Pixie's house. Miss Balarria always came to the gate and opened it to take the milk in. He found the gate wide open and Miss Balarria lying on the path within the grounds stabbed to the heart and as dead as a stone. Evans gave the alarm in the village and many people went into the grounds and up to examine the house. They found no one there. That poor lunatic was gone. Evans sent on his man to tell the police here and he came in for a drink. I had the whole story out of him. Isn't it dreadful, sir? To think that we should have been talking of that crazy meg only yesterday and that she should commit so dreadful a crime. Stop! said Gerald sharply and somewhat recovering himself. You cannot say if Mr. M is guilty. Mrs. Jennings gaped. Not say she is guilty. Why, sir, if she isn't who can be.  Not being able to get at another person, she has murdered poor Miss Balarria who watched her and then ran away to murder again, I suppose. Oh, how very dreadful it all is. When I said yesterday that we might be murdered in our beds, I little thought that we should be. Nonsense, nonsense. Begging your pardon, sir, but it's gospel truth that I am speaking, said the landlady, bristling, with a lunatic at large one never knows what may happen. The police inspector, and a very nice man he is, has already sent to Denley asking Major Ebb to go to Ligarth. Everyone is talking about things with blood and slaughter in them. And I ask your pardon, sir, for having come into your bedroom, but I thought you would like to know. Oh, dear me, dear me! Mrs. Jennings wrung her plump hands and retreated towards the door in a flurried condition. I'll bolt and bar every window and door at sunset. No murders for me! Having babbled herself out of the room, she banged the door and askens sitting up in bed placed his hands on either side of his head to think matters over. He found it difficult to believe the news and yet he might have expected to hear something of this sort. Of course he was absolutely certain that Mavis was innocent. But he could not understand why she had run away nor could he guess who had slain the unfortunate Italian. Quite unable to eat his breakfast because of the intelligence he jumped out of bed and into the hip-bath which was in the center of the room. The sooner he went downstairs and learned all that could be learned, the better able would he be to see his way. If Mavis had been in danger from Major Reb before, she was now in greater danger than ever as he assuredly would use her assumed guilt to prevent her inheriting the money. Nothing will make anyone believe that Mavis is other than guilty, was the young man soliloquy. Her crazy reputation is enough. If she is caught they will shut her up in an asylum notwithstanding the denial she is sure to make. Then Reb will be able to keep the money according to the strict letter of the will. And yet... And yet... He clenched his fist. I believe that Reb himself is guilty of the crime. He had really no reason to make such an accusation, but the happening of the crime was so opportune for the Major that it did not seem entirely impossible for him to have had a hand in it. Assuredly he might not have struck the blow himself, but the unscrupulous Geary could easily have been employed to remove Bellaria. Not that Reb on the face of it would wish to lose so useful a servant, but if it was necessary that Mavis should be accused of murder to ensure her being placed in an asylum, Bellaria was the nearest and most natural victim. But these arguments were futile, as Gerald reflected while dressing, for he did not know exactly what had taken place. It was necessary to learn when the crime had been committed, where the body had been found, the precise spot, that is, and if possible to discover the weapon which had been used. If the yellow-handled knife was picked up anywhere near the corpse, the presumption would be that Geary had killed the woman, although Mrs. Jennings had made no report of this. But the thought recalled to Haskins mind the attack made upon him by the Negro on the previous night. A knife had been used then, and he had it in the pocket of the suit he had worn. On looking at it again he saw what had struck him before, that the handle of this particular weapon was black and not yellow. What then had become of the famous sacrificial knife of which Mavis had spoken? Why should Geary not have used this when striving to murder Gerald? That question could only be answered when the yellow-handled knife was found. Haskins could not wear the flannels in which he had been attacked, as they were smeared all over with oil from Geary's body. He therefore flung this suit into his portmanteau and as the day promised to be extremely hot, dressed himself in white drill. Thus clothed, although far from being in his right mind by reason of inward perturbation, he descended to find the hotel seething with excitement. Every one was talking of the Ligarth tragedy, as such an event had never before startled the Sumnel and Town. The bar was crowded with idlers and Mr. Evans' messenger was being supplied with as much drink as he could swallow. However, he was yet sober enough to answer the questions which Haskins put to him. No weapon had been found. The police had gone to Ligarth. The guilt of Miss Durham was certain. She had vanished and search was being made. Wires had been sent far and wide ordering her arrest. Policemen were scouring the countryside on bicycles. Sooner or later the murderous would be captured and everyone would be relieved. So the man babbled on, and having learned all that was possible, Gerald went to hire a bicycle in order to proceed to Ligarth. He did not feel the least hungry for obvious reasons, but as he had along an exhausting day before him he was wise enough to force himself to eat and drink. Thus fortified he rode up the steep Silbury High Street and into the surrounding country. So rapid was his pace and so eager was he to learn the best or the worst at once, that in a marvelously short time he found himself before the high wall which girdled the Pixies House and its park. In this wall double gates of rough iron were set, but the grounds could not be seen from the lane as boars had been placed across the bars to prevent anyone looking in. This had been done, as Gerald learned from a chatty villager many years before, when the crazy girl and her dead watcher had come to live there. Policemen guarded the gates and preserved order amongst the rapidly increasing crowd which augmented every minute. The terrible news had traveled with lightning speed and from far and wide came all who were possessed of morbid curiosity. The police were expected from Exeter and in the meanwhile Inspector Morgan of Silbury was within the grounds searching round. Major Reb had not yet arrived. On learning this latter fact Haskins at once demanded admission so that he might interview Morgan. When Reb came he knew well that it would not be possible to meddle with the case as the major would insist that he had nothing to do with it. But in order to discover any evidence that might be suppressed by Reb, should he or Geary be guilty, Haskins made up his mind to examine as much into the matter on the spot as would be permitted to him. After sending in his request he received a reply in a few minutes and this led to his being conducted by a young constable through the jealously guarded gates and into the presence of the Inspector. Morgan was standing on the lawn drawing a plan of the grounds and several policemen were beating about the long grass searching for something. Have they found the knife? asked Gerald coming up swiftly. Morgan looked at him keenly. He was a tall and burly man with a red face and white hair, apparently easygoing and tolerant who would not be difficult to manage if treated diplomatically. Nevertheless he resented Haskins abrupt question with stiff official dignity. May I ask who you are, sir? He demanded. Gerald pointed to the card which the Inspector held. My name is there, Mr. Inspector. I came here because I am interested in the case. On what grounds? For what reason? questioned Morgan still stiffly. Haskins did not hesitate. On the way hither he had resolved to be absolutely frank if frankness were necessary. To deliver Mavis from her dangerous position he would have to give some reason for championing her. And, having regard to their searching examinations of the law, he deemed it best to tell the absolute truth. If he did not, Reb might possibly make some use of his knowledge of the secret visits to get him into trouble. He therefore cast his bombshell boldly. I am engaged to marry Ms. Durham. He stated slowly. Morgan, in spite of official phlegm, dropped his pocketbook and sheer amazement and two constables who overheard looked around with expressions of blank astonishment. What do you mean, sir? Stuttered the Inspector growing redder than ever. Are you making a fool of me? Ms. Durham was mad. She could not be engaged to anyone. Ms. Durham was perfectly sane as I am prepared to swear, and to prove my belief in her sanity I am willing to make her my wife. A murderous. She is not a murderous.  Dear, dear, dear! Morgan scratched his head and looked bewildered. I never came across anything so extraordinary in my life. If Ms. Durham was shut up here, and everyone knows that she was strictly guarded on account of her mania, how came you to see her? In a rather peculiar way, Mr. Inspector, but what I tell you can be substantiated by my friend and legal advisor Mr. Ian Roy McAndrew. And after thus guarding himself from the tale being received with disbelief, Gerald detailed the finding of the cylinder and his subsequent dealings with the matter. Morgan gaped and stared, not knowing what to make of so extraordinary a story. Then this young lady was not crazy. No, said Gerald positively. I am certain she was in complete possession of her senses. Then why was she shut up? You had better ask Major Rev that, said Haskins dryly. He will be here soon. In proof of the truth of my story you can look for the canoe which is hidden in the undergrowth on the other side of the pool below the river wall. Morgan nodded, with his pale blue eyes fixed on the speaker. Do you know anything of this murder? He asked pointedly. Gerald laughed shortly. Are you going to accuse me? He demanded. Certainly not, Mr. Haskins, certainly not. But seeing that your canoe is near the house and you confess to having paid secret visits. I understand. Gerald cut him short. People will talk. Let them. I can prove an alibi with the help of Mrs. Jennings and three or four of her servants. I slept last night at the princess head silvery and was in bed a few minutes after ten. By the way, can you tell me when this crime was committed? The doctor who examined the poor woman's body states that she was stabbed, so far as he can ascertain from the condition of the corpse, somewhere about twelve o'clock, say at midnight. Where? Morgan indicated a spot stained with blood. It had soaked into the graveled path some little distance away. Yonder, Mr. Haskins. I judged from this that Miss Belaria, as she is called hereabouts, came to open the gate to someone, the assassin no doubt, and then she was stabbed to the heart before she could make an outcry. The doctor declares that death must have taken place almost instantaneously. Hump! said Gerald swiftly. I see that you exonerate Miss Durham, seeing that you say Belaria was summoned to the gate by the assassin. Yes and no, Mr. Haskins, said the inspector stolidly. According to what you say, this young lady was sane. That has yet to be proved. It is quite likely that for once she may have gone out. No, no. She had no wish to go out. You seem to know a great deal about the young lady's intentions, said Inspector Morgan, a trifle dryly. Well then, she may have followed Miss Belaria into the garden, and after stabbing her may have opened the gates and got away. Miss Belaria never came into the garden at night, said Gerald quickly. She told me herself that she was afraid of something. What was she afraid of? asked Morgan sharply. I can't exactly tell you, replied the young man who did not wish to say too much about the Tanna Society lest Mrs. Crosby, who owned the coral pin, might be implicated, but Belaria hinted that she was afraid, and Miss Durham told me that her nurse would never venture out after dark. Why, then, should she have come to the gate? Morgan reflected and pulled his white mustache. Probably Miss Durham was seized with a mania for killing and chased her nurse through the house. Miss Belaria would then run into the garden to escape, and so she was struck down on the very threshold of yonder gate. I daresay she was trying to get out and summon assistance from the village. You make out a very pretty case against Miss Durham, Mr. Inspector. Morgan would have replied, but at this moment one of the constables who had been hunting in the long grass on the left hand of the gate cried out triumphantly and held up a knife. Here it is, sir, he said. In another moment Morgan was holding in his hand a yellow handled knife of a very deadly description which had blood stains on the blade. I see, said the officer gravely, this is undoubtedly the weapon used. It seems to me that the woman was stabbed and then the assassin, Miss Durham for a thousand, flung the knife aside into that long grass before running away. Very natural, very natural, she would not care to carry with her such evidence of her guilt. Guilt which has yet to be proved, said Gerald hotly. An argument ensued in which Haskins decidedly got the worst. The Inspector and indeed everyone else scouted the idea of Mabus's innocence. She had pursued Balarria to the gates and, having killed her, had got rid of the knife by flinging it into the long grass. Then she had fled, not daring to face the consequences of her crime. In which case, cried Gerald furiously, she must be sane. A mad woman would not be afraid to remain, being ignorant of the heinousness of the offence. Morgan shook his head, still unconvinced, and indeed Gerald saw that things looked very black indeed against the girl he loved. It was on the tip of his tongue to denounce Gary as the owner of the knife, but he could not prove this without the evidence of Mabus, and moreover he thought it wiser to keep silent as to his suspicions until he consulted McCandrew and could get legal advice. The situation was too dangerous to be dealt with hurriedly. Later in the day Major Ebb arrived and heard from Inspector Morgan all about the crime. He viewed the body of the poor woman and examined the knife, which he either failed to recognize or if he did, decided to keep silence as to its ownership. He stated that he had seen his ward about four o'clock on the previous day and that she was then in an excited condition. But not thinking she would venture to commit a crime he had gone back to the Devon maid at Denley and there had retired to rest at nine o'clock. Gary the landlord of the inn had also been with the major nearly all the evening and had likewise retired to bed early as while handling a pistol he had managed to shoot himself in the right arm. The simple-minded Inspector heard all this with an air of belief and did not inquire, as he should have done, why Major Ebb should take such trouble to explain the movements of his landlord or why that landlord had managed to shoot himself so dexterously in the right arm. And while speaking, Ebb frequently glanced at Gerald who was present expecting contradiction no doubt. When Morgan had taken notes of the major's evidence, that military gentleman beckoned to Haskins and together they went into the room which the missing girl had used. It was comfortably and even luxuriously furnished and Gerald casting swift glances around never doubted but that the major, either out of diplomacy or because he was conscience-stricken, had treated his prisoner with every consideration. When the door was closed Reb looked searchingly at his unwelcome visitor. Well, Haskins, he inquired, and what do you mean to do now? I shall let you know that later, retorted Gerald quickly. You must be certain now at all events, pursued the major calmly, that Mavis is insane. No one but a madwoman would have staffed Bilaria.  Indeed, Haskins, then who is guilty? I should like you to tell me that, said Gerald significantly. Reb gave a short laugh. Are you going to accuse me? He remarked, much in the same manner as Haskins himself had spoken earlier to Morgan. You know best.  Said Reb, flushing and very roughly.  Yes, said Gerald dryly. You knew that I would move heaven and earth to prove Mavis's sanity so that I could marry her? Therefore, in order that her homicidal mania could be proved beyond all doubt, you had Bilaria killed and Mavis taken away. If she cannot prove her innocence, and I can guess how difficult it will be for her to do so, you will then have her put into an asylum and enjoy her money for the rest of your life. It's a very pretty plot, Major Reb. I agree with you there, Haskins. It does credit to your imagination as a writer of fiction. But I am glad to see that you do not accuse me of murdering Bilaria myself. No, I do not.  You remained in the inn to prove an alibi.  Don't deny it, Reb. The yellow-handled knife which belongs to Geary is in Morgan's possession. Does he know that it is Geary's? Asked Reb anxiously. No, but I shall tell him so. You can spare yourself the trouble. I shall tell him myself. The knife does belong to Geary as both I and his wife and half a dozen other people can prove. He gave it to Bilaria because she asked for a weapon to defend herself. Probably Mabus wrenched the knife from her at the gate and then. A very ingenious explanation. But I believe Geary to be guilty.  Pardon me, said Reb, not at all taken aback. Geary attacked you because you were trying to injure me. He overheard our conversation as he returned from this place sooner than he expected. The foolish fellow who was devoted to me hoped to silence you by death. When he came back I rebuked him severely and you can see that as Geary's right arm is wounded by you, Haskins, he could not have murdered Bilaria. I am not so sure of that, said Gerald dryly. But felt all the same that the Major was wriggling like a kneel out of a very difficult position and your story of the way in which he wounded himself won't hold water. If I tell the truth... I wonder you did not while I was speaking, said Reb, exasperatingly calm. Why did you not? Because I... Well, I have my reasons, said Gerald nonplussed by the man's boldness. But if I tell the story... Geary will be convicted of a falsehood, finished Reb nodding. It will not harm my reputation as a truth teller in any way if that is what you mean. I suggested the excuse of an accident to Geary and if he is questioned on the authority of your wild statement of assault he will say that he told me the invention so as to keep dark his wrongful attack on you which I would never have countenanced, ended Reb with great emphasis. I shall say nothing at present as I have my reasons for keeping silent. What do you mean to do about this murder? What can I do? I believe that Mavis is guilty.  No, insisted Reb. I really believe that she killed Belaria. When she is captured, as she will be sooner or later, she will be tried for her life. Still, as I can swear to her insanity, she will be placed in a public asylum with sufficient allowed out of the estate for her keep and I. You will enjoy the rest of the money. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Of the Sealed Message by Fergus Hume This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. 16 The Dwarf, Shibar After that interview Gerald saw that he would have to leave the major in possession of the field. For the present as he had observed Reb held all the cards and Haskins could only retire to consult with McCandoo as to some way of winning the game in the teeth of such bad luck. Moreover, Gerald was now in possession of all facts connected with the crime and by lingering at the Pixie's house he would become possessed of no more important facts. Also, Reb, wishing to get rid of his two observant enemies, so worked on Morgan's feelings that the inspector hinted retirement to the lover. Having learned that the inquest would take place in the Inn of Ligarth Village next day, Haskins mounted his machine and returned to Silbury. But he felt that it was impossible to sit down and do nothing for he was very anxious regarding the future of Mavis. Probably, on discovering the dead body of Balaria, she had fled panic-stricken from that bloodstained mansion, but distraught with terror and not knowing the country it was probable that she would soon be captured. Gerald would have gone in search of her forthwith but that he did not know in which direction to look for her and, again, if he did find her, would be unable to smuggle her into safety while the countryside was all on the alert. He half made up his mind to return to London and enlist the services of Todd, but could not quite decide to do so, since his going to the Metropolis meant his leaving the neighborhood in which the girl he loved was wandering. Mavis was a fugitive with, so to speak, a price on her head. He could not go away heartlessly and leave her so innocent and unsophisticated in the lurch. His hesitation was ended at five o'clock in the afternoon by a wire from Exeter asking him to come there at once and meet the person who signed the telegram, Simon Arnold by name, in the coffee room of the Monmouth Hotel. It flashed across Gerald's mind at once that the former tutor of Mavis had sent the telegram and probably wished to see him about the girl whom they both loved in their several ways, but he wondered how Arnold, whom Mavis playfully called Shybar, had learned his address and then on examining the telegram again saw that it had been directed to the Devon maid at Denley. Wondering if Gary had opened it he sent for the boy and found that Mrs. Gary on receiving the wire at the door had told the lad that Mr. Haskins was staying at Silbury. Gerald was relieved at this as Gary would undoubtedly have read the telegram in order to learn any possible plans Haskins might have formed. Nevertheless on the face of it the wire could convey little information to the conspirators likely to be of use, save that Arnold, whom Reb apparently dreaded, was enlisting himself on the side of the lovers. Haskins found that there was a train from Silbury to Exeter at seven o'clock that same evening, so after dinner he packed his portmanteau and went to the station. Guessing that Reb would probably make inquiries as to his whereabouts he left a message with Mrs. Jennings stating that he had gone to London and hoped that the information would upset the major by making him think that steps were being taken to save Mavis from his snares. Strong as was Reb's hand he yet had a difficult game to play. The fact of Durham's will would undoubtedly be made public should Mavis be arrested and Reb certainly would not like his friends to think that he derived his income in the way he did but then Reb had daring enough to face anything especially when six thousand a year was at stake. Somewhere about nine o'clock Gerald reached Exeter and leaving his portmanteau in the cloak room proceeded to the Monmouth Hotel, a small inn on the outskirts of the Cathedral City. The place was little known but Haskins was fortunate enough to pick up a cabman who came from the neighborhood where it was situated. In half an hour he found himself in the coffee room of the hotel and recognized Arnold at once from the description given by Mavis. The ex-teuter and present-hacker of books was reading a Latin author when Gerald entered but flung it aside when the young man conducted by a waiter appeared on the threshold. He was about to greet the newcomer but on seeing the waiter turned aside to look out of the window. To make an excuse for entering Gerald ordered a glass of whiskey and soda which he truly needed so wrought up was he by the strain and stress of the situation. The waiter disappeared and soon came back with a drink. While he was absent Gerald eyed Arnold who still did not speak and sat down near the fireless grate but a glance passed between the two men which showed mutual recognition. Arnold was a remarkably small man quite worthy to be called a dwarf but he was not deformed in any way. His body his hands and feet and his head were all perfectly proportioned and the most noticeable thing about him was his long gray beard which fell below his waist. He had a noble forehead crowned with long loose gray hair and two vividly blue eyes penetrating and unblinking.  Gerald ever imaginative thought at once of the Norwegian gnomes and cobalts although Arnold was not so grotesquely ugly as those earth fairies of legend. When the waiter finally left the coffee room and the two men had it all to themselves Arnold moved swiftly forward and gripped Gerald's hand before the young man was aware of his intention.  He said in a singularly melodious voice, I knew you at once from her description of you. I can return the compliment, said Gerald, responding to the warm class. Mavis told me what you were like and indeed I also have the description given in the Arabian knights to go upon. Shybar, said Arnold with a smile. Yes, she always called me that.  I am her lover, replied Gerald quietly, and as her lover I am prepared to go to any lengths to save her from that rascal, meaning Major Reb. Of course he is trying to ruin Mavis in order to get her money. I wonder how you found that out, Mr. Haskins. It's a long story and you can tell it to me and Mavis. Mavis, Gerald stared, what do you mean? Have you any idea where she is, Mr. Arnold? Of course, answered the little man quietly, it was for that reason that I wired to you. Mavis told me that you were stopping at Denley. As a matter of fact I am, or rather I was, stopping at the princess head silvery, explained Gerald, but your wire was sent on to me. I heard from Mrs. Jennings and from Reb also that you were in the neighborhood of Ligarth. And it was very lucky for Mavis that I was, said Arnold nodding. Only by being on the spot was I enabled to save her from arrest. You saved her, how? Tell me all. Gently, Mr. Haskins, do not talk so loud. Walls have ears and keyholes have eyes. Arnold glanced round the room and then drew nearer to the eager young man to speak in still lower tones. Last night I went to see if I could enter the pixie's house and try, Mavis, but as the gate was shut and locked I could not get in. I would have climbed the wall, but that my age and rheumatism prevented my doing so. However, I thought that by going to the river wall I might obtain a foothold on the ivy. I made the attempt and fell. You see that I still limp, Arnold walked a pace or two and Gerald saw that his leg dragged. I lay insensible for some hours. Then I managed, when I revived, to drink some brandy which I had brought with me, and so deemed that I could get back to my caravan which was on the other side of the village. I had got round to the lane wherein the gates are to be found when I heard a scream of alarm. Was it Belaria being killed? asked Gerald quickly. No, I staggered as fast as I was able to ward the gates and found them open. Belaria stabbed to the heart to lay within and over her bent Mavis. When she saw me she was terrified, but I called out and she recognized my voice. Running forward she stammered out that Belaria had gone to meet someone and had been killed. I at once saw the danger to which Mavis was exposed, having read the will of Julian Durham and so insisted that she should fly. She was surprised that I desired her to do this as in her innocence she never dreamed that she would be accused. I rapidly convinced her and she agreed. Leaning on her arm I led her round the village as I feared lest her scream should have attracted attention. We reached my caravan in safety and I then put the horse in the shafts and dove to exit her through the night. We reached this city this afternoon and I took her on board a barge which is owned by a man I can rely upon. Then I sent the wire to you. We must save the poor child, Mr. Haskins. She is safe now, but at any time she may be discovered. You will be suspected. I don't think so, Mr. Haskins. While she was in my caravan I had qualms that search might be made therein, but now that Mavis is safe on the barge with Sammy Lee looking after her there is little danger. I have only to say that I know nothing of her whereabouts and who can convict me of falsehood. But I want Lee to take his barge down to Exmouth and then we can place Mavis on board some outward bound steamer. She will then be safe until we can prove her innocence. Why do you believe that she will be accused? asked Gerald. I am perfectly sure, said Arnold Riley, that Major Reb will take advantage of Balaria's death to fasten the gelt on Mavis so that he may shut her up in an asylum and by thus preventing her marriage will be enabled to keep her six thousand a year. Gerald nodded. That view does credit to your powers of penetration, Mr. Arnold. Reb is moving precisely on those lines. Quite so. I know, Major Reb. But do you know that he— There is no time to be lost, said Arnold in a peremptory tone, as Mavis will be in danger of arrest until she is safely bestowed out of England. She refuses to leave this city until she sees you and that was why I wired. Come down at once to the yaks and let us board the barge. Then we can decide what is to be done and you can ask what questions you choose. Haskins consented, and after finishing his whiskey and soda he went out with the little man into the darkness. Arnold leaned on Haskins arm as his leg was still painful from the fall of the previous night and guided him through many narrow and dingy streets down to the banks of the river.  The two men stepped on board the low-lying barge to find themselves welcomed by a gigantic devonian with a hairy face who paid the utmost deference to the dwarf. As Arnold let Gerald down into the cabin of the barge, leaving Sammy Lee to keep watch, he whispered to Haskins, I can absolutely trust this man so you need have no fear. Last year I saved the life of his only child by means of the herbal medicine when the doctors had given her up so he will never betray our poor girl. But if he hears that she is accused of murder, it will be all over Exeter tomorrow, questioned Gerald. He will decline to believe it as he sees what Mavis is and even if he did believe he would never betray anyone whom I wished to shield. This was very satisfactory and Haskins wondered at the marvellous ways of Providence which had snatched Mavis from a dangerous position to place her in safety until such time as her innocence could be made manifest. It seemed as though everything would come right in the end despite Major Reb's boast of his might.  A wrap at the cabin door brought Mavis to open it. She was still in her favorite white dress in which she had fled from her prison on the previous night but over this she wore a long black cloak with a hood now closely pulled over her head for obvious reasons. When she saw Gerald and the tender smile in his eyes she flung back the hood as though stifling and fell into his arms sobbing as if her heart would break. And no wonder. To learn all the cruelty of the outside world and to be a hunted fugitive accused of a terrible crime was an extraordinary change from the seclusion and romance of the Pixie's house. Oh, Prince Gerald was her cry as she wept on his breast. How I have longed to see you. And I also have wished to hold you thus. He replied kissing her. But we were kept apart by wicked men, dearest. Now we are together. Please, God, we shall never part again. Amen to that, murmured Arnold, who sat down. Shibar has told me everything, said Mavis, still crying.  There can be no wickedness where you are, darling. You will not find me like Major Rib. Oh, but Gerald, surely my guardian is kind. Has he proved himself kind to accuse you of murdering Bilaria?  There must be some mistake, she faltered. Why should I kill Bilaria? Oh, Rib knows quite well that you did not, but to suit his own ends he is willing that you should suffer. Is it for that horrid money Shibar told me about? She asked, tearfully. Yes. Rib thinks that six thousand a year is worth losing his own soul for. It is the world he gains and the price he pays. But he shall not succeed, my sweetheart. You shall have your own way, I swear. Gerald, Gerald, I would much rather fly away with you to the end of the world and leave everything to my guardian. I dare say, dear, and in the South Seas no doubt we could find an Eden whether that serpent would not come. But your good name has to be considered Mavis.  Mavis sat down on the locker looking utterly miserable. I know, I know, she cried rocking with the terror of her thoughts. Shibar has told me what my guardian said to people outside to account for my being locked up in the Pixie's house and to think that he should have said to me that all English girls were brought up as I was. Why did you not tell me before that my guardian was deceiving me? She asked her former tutor. My dear, he said gently, it is only lately that I have learned the truth about your father's will. Bilaria let drop a word or so and I began to ask questions. Reb came to know of my curiosity and so gave me a sum of money and insisted that I should go to Australia and hold no communication with you. I took the money to save you and I had no compunction in doing so as the money belonged to you, my dear. To deceive Reb I pretended to go to Australia. But in reality I remained in England to search out your past.  I searched for the copy of the will at Somerset House and there learned how Reb was to enjoy the six thousand a year to which you were entitled until your marriage. I then saw why he made out that you were insane and resolved to affect your escape. I therefore bought a caravan to sell books thinking and my design was successful that I could get you out of the house and smuggle you away in my caravan. I have done so as no one ever thought of searching for you in my company. Now you will go down to Exmouth with Sammy Lee and I shall again go round the country. If my caravan is searched by Reb and the officers of the law nothing will be found and you will be safe. For how long? For how long? cried Mabus, clasping her hands. Until God sees fit to enable us to punish Reb and save you, was the tutors reply, and everything will come right in the end I am sure. The eyes of the girl wandered to Gerald. He sat down beside her and gathered her in his arms. I am sure also, he whispered, see how wonderfully things have worked for your benefit as it is.  Then Arnold, by God's mercy, has been enabled to snatch you from the very jaws of your enemies. These things point to joy coming out of sorrow. Go down, my dear, to Exmouth with Sammy Lee. I dare not come with you nor can Shybar, as we will both be suspected by Reb, and must prove, as we can, that we have nothing to do with your flight. Lee will arrange for you to be taken round by water to London, and there I shall meet you to arrange for your safety. Would it not be better that she should go abroad? asked Arnold. No. I can arrange for Mabus to be concealed in a way which Reb will not suspect. If she goes abroad she may be extradited, should Reb, as he might, discover her whereabouts. But he will never look for my darling where I will place her. So long as I am with you, Gerald, I care nothing, said Mabus shivering and drawing closer to him. But, oh, how can I go round to London by myself? I who have never been beyond my prison walls. Sammy Lee will see to that, darling. You must be brave. And remember that I meet you at the end of your journey. Promise to be brave. Yes, yes, I promise, said Mabus flushing. But it is all very terrible to think that this is the world. This is Reb's world, said Haskins tenderly. But not the world of joy and peace and love in which you will dwell when we are married. Married? Oh, Gerald. Yes. He kissed her now, flushed cheek. But tell me, Mabus, who killed that poor Bollaria? Mabus shivered again, although the cabin was warm. I do not know, she said faintly. Bollaria came back from London very terrified. I can guess why, murmured Gerald, thinking of the coral hand. She said that she might be killed and made Geary give her that yellow-handled knife so that she might protect herself. Ah! So Reb's story so far is true. Go on, dear. Bollaria never went out at night as you know, but a day or two ago she received a letter and said it would save her. Did you see the letter? No, she did not show it to me. But last night I thought I heard a cry about midnight. I went to Bollaria's room and found her gone. I was afraid and ran downstairs to find the door open and also the big gates. Then I saw her dead and cried out. Shibar came and… You know the rest, interposed Arnold addressing Gerald. I lighted a match and saw that Bollaria was dead, then took Mavis away. Don't question her further, she cannot bear it. Gerald nodded and soothed the girl who was much terrified. But we must find that letter, he remarked. I am sure it has to do with the crime. Did you see anyone about, Mr. Arnold? No, I saw no one. Nor did I, sobbed Mavis. Hush, dearest, do not weep. You are safe with me. Arnold, who do you think killed Bollaria Dundee? Major Reb. Not Geary. Major Reb repeated the tutor quietly to secure the income. He has, as you say, sold his soul for six thousand a year. End of Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Of the Sealed Message by Fergus Hume This Slibervox recording is in the public domain. 17 As in a looking-glass The next afternoon Gerald was in London. All the way up in the train he had reflected upon the extraordinary events which had transferred Mavis from the keeping of Major Reb to his own. In spite of surrounding dangers, and these were great, he was not at all downcast. Mavis had been protected so far, and he made sure that she would be protected to the end, which in this case meant marriage with him. The Major would never believe that Haskins had anything to do with the girl's flight, though he certainly might suspect Arnold. But if Arnold were traced to Exeter where he intended to stay to avert suspicion, nothing could be learned or likely to incriminate him. Mavis had already gone down to Exmouth in Samuel E's barge, and that faithful fellow swore that he could procure her a passage to the Thames in a coaster owned by a comrade in whom he could implicitly trust. Things were therefore right so far, and Gerald's spirits were high. He had every reason to feel happy. Mavis was deeply in love with him, and once Major Reb was circumvented as it appeared he would be, there would be no one else to interfere with the progress of his suit. Before the end of the year Gerald hoped that he would be able to introduce his beautiful bride to his London friends and place her in a position warranted by her wealth. It would not have been human if Haskins had not remembered that Mavis was an heiress, but in justice to him it must be admitted that his love was for the girl and not for her money, welcome as it was to a young man who liked the pleasant things of this life. Gerald would have been contented to take Mavis without a sixpence. Nevertheless, it was not disagreeable to find that she was bringing six thousand a year along with her. Also Gerald was human enough to desire a certain amount of revenge on Major Reb for his behavior. Reb certainly should be punished for the infamous way in which he had treated the girl. Hitherto everything had gone as he desired, but with the finding of the cylinder came the change in Reb's fortunes. Now he had a determined young man to deal with who would be less easy to manage than an unsophisticated girl. Haskins chuckled as he thought how angry Reb would be when Mavis, free from the slur on her sanity and from the wicked charge which he was striving to fasten on her, came forth boldly to face the world. Then the luxurious Major, as Mrs. Geary prophesied, reduced to his five or six hundred a year, would no longer be able to indulge in motorcars or in such like luxuries. When Haskins next evening went to Bloomsbury to see Mrs. Pellamoden, he felt very satisfied. Mavis was on her way to London and would arrive at Gravesend in two days. Her pursuers had been thrown off the track and a bombshell with regard to the will was being prepared by Todd McAndrew. Gerald had not seen him yet, but he expected to meet him at the flat of the old actress and then could arrange for certain steps to be taken in the interests of Mavis. All things considered everything was going excellently and Gerald entered into the presence of Mrs. Pellamoden with a very cheerful air. That astute lady remarked his beaming face. She was, as usual, reclining on the sofa in an effective attitude, waiting until ten o'clock, which was the hour at which she usually went to the Belver Theatre to fetch back her adopted daughter. She had been reading the evening paper but threw it aside with an air of relief when Haskins was announced. I am so glad to see you, said Mrs. Pellamoden. There is positively nothing in the papers. Dear me, Mr. Haskins, you have the air of a bridegroom. Nothing in the papers, echoed Gerald his bright face growing grave. Do you mean to say that the murder is not reported? And he took up the globe to skim the columns. Murder! cried Mrs. Pellamoden in the low, thrilling tone of Lady Macbeth. To what dastardly deed do you refer? The woman who watched Mavis Durham has been stabbed to the heart a couple of days ago. Alas for your comedy! cried the actress. It has changed into a tragedy. What of the girl herself? She is a fugitive. The police are looking for her. Mrs. Pellamoden screamed melodramatically. Is she accused? Yes. And color is lent to the accusation by the scandal of Major Reb, who as I told you spread the report that she was insane. Mrs. Pellamoden gave a second scream and flung up her hand. Hold! she cried in her deep voice. Do I understand that this unfortunate young woman has given way to her mania and has murdered? No one. I tell you she is not insane, snapped Haskins tartly. But the corpse, account for the corpse. I can't, unless Reb himself murdered the woman so as to get Mavis placed in an asylum and so be free to enjoy her money. Mrs. Pellamoden rose and walked to and fro with a nervous shutter, less feigned than real, although theatrical instinct made her accentuate it. I don't love Major Reb, she said, after a pause. I think I told you that before. All the same he would never, never go so far as crime. He has gone as far as that already, retorted Haskins stretching out his long legs and looking gloomily at the carpet. What do you call keeping that girl's money from her and shutting her up but criminal? Still, if he had reasons, good reasons. He had none, either good or bad. Dear Mrs. Pellamoden, Gerald rose and laid his hand on the old woman's arm. Here what I have to say. This is the time when you can show yourself, my friend, by protecting one who is dear to me. The actress recoiled, powerfully affected and very genuinely. I cannot mix myself up in a crime, she faltered. You will not be doing so if you substitute Mavis for charity, as you suggested when I was last here. Oh, Mrs. Pellamoden clasped her pretty withered hands and stepped back a pace to be more dramatic. Think of the scandal. There will be no scandal. My name will be brought into disrepute. And let me tell you, Mr. Haskins, that my name both on and off the stage is above reproach. I am quite sure of that, else I certainly should not ask you to take charge of the woman I hope to make my wife. You will marry her still? Of course, of course, said Haskins impatiently. I love her more than ever. And even if I loved her less, I am not the man to desert a woman when she needs help so sorely. You are, as I know, very chivalrous. And you are, as I know, the kindest-hearted woman in the world.   No. Were you a fool, I should not ask you to carry out this plot. As it is, Mavis is coming to London, and I want you to get charity married at once, and to place Mavis at the Belver Theatre for the dance. Mrs. Palamoden looked distinctly nervous. Carried away by her theatrical instincts and by admiration for Gerald's chivalry, to say nothing of the interest she felt in his love affair, as a woman much less sentimental would have done, she had proposed the plot without thinking that she would be taken seriously. Yet here was a young man whom she admired actually asking her to lend herself to a fantastical mode of concealment such as had never to her knowledge been seen off the stage. Her dramatic instinct impelled her to yield, but her common sense warned her against mixing herself up in a murder committed by a lunatic. Dear boy, she said genuinely distressed, it really is impossible. You proposed it, Mrs. Palamoden, but her Gerald sorely disappointed, for if this actress did not help him, how was he to conceal Mavis from the persecutions of rep? I did not think that you would take me at my word, she faltered, and after all, Mr. Haskins, Major Reb, might find out. I don't think so, I don't see how he could, if he comes to the theatre. He will see the girl he believes to be charity dancing, but is this Mavis Durham really so like my girl? They might be sisters, they might be twins, it would take you all your time to find the difference between them, Mrs. Palamoden. Oh, that is impossible, she retorted sharply. No, when you see Mavis, I am not going to see Mavis. Gerald Rose, he had thrown himself down when she so persistently refused. In that case, I must apologize for taking up your time and see what other way I can save this innocent girl. You are sure that she is innocent? As sure as I am that you are a kind woman. Mrs. Palamoden smiled. That is very clever of you, said she. You appeal to my weakest side, which is vanity. Come sit down again and tell me all about this dreadful murder. Will you assist me if I do? At least I won't betray you, rejoined the actress evasively and arranged herself gracefully on the sofa. Begin, I hang upon your every word. And she cast a glance at an imaginary audience to mark the effect of this speech. Thinking that she might yield for he had certainly aroused her curiosity, Gerald related all that had taken place. Mrs. Palamoden quite lost her stage heirs and graces so taken up was she with the narrative.  The actress closed them. My eyes tell what my tongue would hide, she remarked in measured tones. Yes, I admit that your story puts the matter in a new light.  Bless you for a good woman, muttered Gerald kissing her hand. She pulled it away. Don't make a mistake. I am playing to the gallery, she said with an artificial laugh. If Mavis is proved guiltless and you marry her with her income, it will be a great advertisement for me. And perhaps, added Mrs. Palamoden with emphasis, it may bring back to the public in a worthy fashion the name of one who was their idol for many, many brilliant and successful years. On the other hand, if this girl really is insane and guilty, you will have acted in a way which no other woman would have done and your conscience will reward you. I prefer the loaves and fishes, said the actress smiling. Moreover, I admit that I am curious to see this girl who, as you say, is so like charity. Mavis came from India. Yes, according to Major Reb, who declares that her mother died in Bombay when Mavis was born. Charity, according to the juggler's wife, who was told by the Aya, was born in Simla. Mrs. Palamoden frowned and then waved her hand. There can be no relationship between the two girls. I think that there will be, when we learn the truth. Major Reb will not tell it. Oh yes, he will, when I approve Mavis' guiltless and force him to give up the money. Sooner than remain in ignorance, I shall ask Mavis to bribe him into confession. Mrs. Palamoden thought for a few moments, being as sharp as a needle to see the pounds, shillings, and pence side of things. Mr. Haskins, she finally remarked, this likeness may be a freak of nature. We have heard of such things before. Quite so, but so exact a likeness as this can only come from the two girls being born of the same mother. Well, you seem to be so certain that they are, Mr. Haskins, that for the sake of argument, we will grant it. In that case, and presuming that Major Reb confesses such is the case, Charity certainly ought to have half the income. I quite agree with you, rejoined the young man unhesitatingly, and I am quite sure that if we can prove their relationship, Mavis, being guided by me, will be quite ready to hand over three thousand a year to Charity. That would only be fair. Mrs. Palamoden hopped off the sofa, very much excited. Now you talk common sense, you show me in which way my duty lies. I am willing to see this girl, and to help her against her enemies. Hum! Mrs. Palamoden pressed her fan to her lips. Even three thousand a year for Charity might be earned too dearly. I can say no more than that I'll see her. I am shrewd in reading characters, and I can easily tell if Mavis is insane, or deceitful, or bloodthirsty. Gerald laughed when he thought of his beautiful love. Mavis is none of the three.  I know that angel face, said Mrs. Palamoden dryly. It is a very useful mask in some cases to cloak wicked designs. Well, I am going to the theatre soon. McCandrew is there, and will come back with me and Charity. Can I come to supper? No, said Mrs. Palamoden quickly. You must leave the matter in my hands to explain. I like the centre of the stage, you know, and all the limelight that I can obtain. You will speak to Todd and Charity. Yes, and will do my best to obtain their consent. I'll let you know by post what they say, provided, added the actress with emphasis, that you will not see Mr. McCandrew in the meantime. Why not? I want to ask him. One thing at a time. If this plot is to be carried through, I must have the sole handling of it, so I do not wish you and Mr. McCandrew to discuss the matter. If they are agreeable to marry and slip away quietly out of the kingdom, leaving Mavis to take Charity's place at the Belver Theatre, I shall let you know. Then, when this girl arrives in London, wire me when you will bring her. She must stop here. But the people of the house will see two Charities, remonstrated Gerald, and as an account of the crime will be in the papers, Mavis may be given away by some of your servants. Mrs. Palamodan nodded. True, she said with her sharp eyes on the carpet, well then, you must take Mavis to your rooms. Worse and worse, Rev would hear of it. There is Mr. McCandrew's office, of course? Yes. Mrs. Palamodan dropped her fan with an air of decision. Take Mavis there, closely veiled. I shall bring Charity also veiled. Should we settle to carry through this plot, I can arrange for Charity to board somewhere, and Mavis can come back here as Charity. And then? Oh, it's all right. I begin to see my way. Good night. Good night and thank you. Your kindness will not be unrewarded. No, she laughed. Three thousand a year is worth working for. I don't believe that you think of that. Not solely, of course. I want to help you and to see you happy. Also, I am very sorry for this poor girl, and Major Rev is a man I hate. But the three thousand a year for Charity also forms an element. Mixed motives, you understand. Very mixed. So once more. Good night. Gerald took his departure very much cheered at having brushed away another obstacle from the path which was to lead Mavis to the altar. He knew that Mrs. Palamotin was both a clever and an obstinate woman, and although he did not credit her with money-grubbing, yet he felt convinced that she would not surrender Charity's chance of getting three thousand a year if she could help it, since she would indirectly participate in such good fortune. Also, Todd, for the same reason, would be anxious to assist, though Todd was not a miser either. On the whole, Haskins was very satisfied, and having done all that he could do, he waited patiently for the arrival of the seamew at Gravesand with Mavis on board. The boat was late, as the weather did not prove propitious. Gerald went to Gravesand and walked about the streets of that dull seaport and a frenzy of impatience. Finally he was undeservedly rewarded for to the hotel where he was stopping, he had given Sammy Lee the address at Exeter, came a lean, bright-eyed captain with Mavis in charge. The girl was closely veiled and plainly dressed in some dark material. It would not do for her to attract attention seeing that England was ringing with the murder of which she was accused and with her strange escape. Sammy Lee's mate proved to be a very pleasant little man who confided to Gerald that Sammy had told him all and that he did not believe in the guilt of his passenger for one moment. She's as pretty as a picture and as true as steel and as innocent as a dove, said the poetical captain, and if that red beast hurts her well then, I'll have him shang-hide on board the sea-mew and do for him. After which with a nod he departed. The lovers had no time to talk at the hotel as Gerald had wired at once to Todd and they were expected in London. But in the train, Haskins secured a first-class carriage to themselves, they had a long conversation and learned to know one another even better if that were possible. And in spite of her danger Mavis was happy in the company of her adored, fairy prince. As to Gerald he could only worship her, so gentle and innocent and lovely did she seem. On arriving in London they drove, with Mavis again veiled, to Todd's chancery lane office and were shown into the inner room. Here were Todd and Mrs. Palamoden and Charity also veiled. The two girls looked at one another and unveiled as by impulse, then, As in a looking-glass, cried Mrs. Palamoden. Wonderful! Marvellous! Here indeed is material for a new comedy of errors.