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  ‘Not with me,’ Martin answered, colouring. He raised his eyes. ‘He had run a thorn into his foot, and was dead lame! I would not take him. Ask Hickling if that’s not true! Oh, yes! I know what you are thinking! Hickling would tell any lie to oblige me, would he not?’

  ‘I don’t know. Would he?’

  ‘I daresay! This is the truth!’

  ‘Very well: go on!’

  ‘I tell you, I don’t know what happened! I didn’t come to myself till I was being taken off somewhere, in a cart, or something. I couldn’t see: I was trussed up, and gagged, and there was a sack over my head – not that I cared, for my head was aching fit to split, and I cared for nothing, then, except being jolted so much that I think I went off into another swoon. I don’t remember that, but I do remember feeling devilish bad. And then I wasn’t in a vehicle, but lying on the ground somewhere. It might have been a cow-byre: it smelled like it, but I couldn’t see, or move, and I don’t know. I don’t even know how long I was there: hours and hours, I think! I suppose I slept part of the time. I must have, because I woke up with a start when someone began to haul me up. And then there was more of that curst jolting, and being hauled out of the cart again, and rolling down and down and down!’

  ‘Rolling down where?’ asked the Earl.

  ‘It was a sand-pit, but I didn’t know that at the time.’

  ‘Oh! And who rescued you from the sand-pit?’

  ‘No one. I managed to get free. If I hadn’t, I might be there now, for it was miles from anywhere, and disused, I think.’

  ‘But how did you contrive to free yourself then, when you had been unable to do so before?’ asked Miss Morville, quite mystified.

  ‘I suppose the cord must have frayed,’ Martin said, hesitatingly. ‘Or perhaps it worked loose – no, that wasn’t it, because when I found I could move my arms at last, I strained and strained, and the cord broke, so I think it must have frayed, or was weak in one place. Look!’ He thrust his sleeve up, and showed a bruised and chafed forearm.

  ‘I will give you some arnica for it, if you would like it,’ said Miss Morville kindly.

  He swung round to face her. ‘I don’t want it! You think it’s all lies, don’t you?’

  ‘Oh, no! Only one should never allow oneself to be carried away by exciting stories, and I am bound to observe that it would not be so very difficult to inflict such a bruise with one’s own hands. I daresay it all happened exactly as you have described, but one can readily understand why it was that Theo and Lord Ulverston would not believe you.’

  ‘I am much obliged to you! Why don’t you say you think I’m a murderer, and be done with it?’

  ‘Martin,’ interrupted Gervase, ‘why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?’

  ‘Good God, if I knew that – ! I suppose some desperate fellow meant to rob me!’

  ‘And were you robbed?’ asked Gervase.

  ‘No, because I had no money on me! A man don’t carry money in his pockets when he goes out shooting!’

  ‘Just what I was thinking,’ agreed Gervase. ‘It does not seem to have occurred to that desperate fellow. Do you think he may have rolled you into the sand-pit in a pet at finding you so little worth his trouble?’

  ‘No. It wasn’t robbery, of course. I see that now, but at the time – Well, I know it sounds smoky, but it’s true! I never thought about not having any money until I got out of that sand-pit. Then I remembered I hadn’t as much as a groat in my pocket!’

  ‘Was that why you decided to come back?’

  Martin flushed. ‘I always meant to come back! It’s why I didn’t reach Stanyon till past ten o’clock tonight! At least, it is, in part! I can tell you, I didn’t feel so stout when I first got free! I couldn’t stand, and my head was aching till I could scarcely see out of my eyes, and I had such a thirst – ! As soon as my legs would bear me, all I cared for was to get out of that pit, and find some water! Well, I did get out, and I had no more idea of where I was than – than anything, but there was a wood quite close, and I thought very likely there might be a stream near it, and so there was! And then I – I –’

  ‘You?’

  ‘I went to sleep!’ Martin said. ‘I think I must have slept for hours, because it was very little past dawn when I got that sack off my head, and it was past noon when I woke up, judging from the sun. I felt better then, and I set out to get to the nearest village. Such a figure as I must have looked! I could see they took me for a common vagrant, at the alehouse. They had no post there, of course, and the landlord said he had no horse I might hire, but I might be accommodated at Guyhirne, which was not far.’

  ‘And were you?’

  ‘No. That is –’ Martin stole a glance from his brother’s face to Miss Morville’s. ‘I didn’t go there. I know this was folly, but – I fell in with some country-fellow driving a waggon, and he took me up, and that was when I learned what had happened to you, St Erth!’

  ‘Learned it from a waggoner?’

  ‘I might have learned it from a dozen such, I daresay! Some carrier who was at Cheringham this morning spread the story everywhere he went! The waggoner told me that you had been murdered and that I had disappeared, and was being everywhere looked for! Of course, I might have guessed it wasn’t as bad as that, but – well, I –’

  ‘Took fright?’

  ‘I didn’t know what to do!’ Martin blurted out. ‘I thought if anyone recognized me – or guessed who I was – I should find myself hustled off to gaol – I, Martin Frant! All I could think of to do was to get back here without being seen, and – and discover how it was, and think what I must do. But that fellow, Chard, was hunting for me, and I had been seen, of course, though no one knew me, all that way from Stanyon, and in such a rig! But I suppose when he described me, and what I was wearing, those curst bumpkins set him on my track. He came up with me in that village – driving my gig, too! – and – and then I heard how it was, and he brought me home as though I had been a felon, and he my gaoler, bringing me up to the Assize, or something! And after that, there was Theo – and Ulverston! – not believing a word I said, and declaring I should not see you! But I had to see you, and tell you – !’

  Miss Morville, who had been watching the weary face against the pillow, said: ‘Well, Martin, now that you have done so, I shall be very much obliged to you if you will go away again, and leave his lordship to sleep! There is nothing more to be done tonight, you know, and I daresay, if you wish it, your brother will see you again tomorrow.’

  She wished then that she had not said this, for the Earl moved his head in a gesture of dissent, and his lips framed the one word: ‘No.’

  Martin saw it too, and said sharply: ‘St Erth, you can’t mean – St Erth, you’ll let me come and see you tomorrow, surely!’

  ‘No. You can have nothing more to say to me. Keep away from this room! When I am on my feet again – we will see.’

  A frightened look, almost one of panic, came into Martin’s face. He started forward involuntarily, exclaiming: ‘Gervase, you don’t mean to accuse me of this? You can’t think I would commit murder?’

  A queer little smile flitted across the Earl’s eyes. ‘You haven’t murdered me.’

  ‘I never tried to! You must believe me! We’re – we’re half-brothers! Only think of the scandal!’

  ‘I have thought of it. I told Theo I had caught a glimpse of a thick-set fellow, dressed in homespuns, hiding in the thicket.’ Martin drew a shuddering sigh. ‘I knew you could not – did you see such a fellow?’

  ‘I saw no one.’

  ‘Are you sure of that?’ Martin asked, frowning down at him. ‘Because – Well, never mind!’ He caught Miss Morville’s eye, and said: ‘Oh, very well! I’m going! Only if you are afraid to let me enter your room, and I am to have Chard standing guard over me in this way –’

  ‘You sha
ll be relieved of Chard. Before you go, tell me how that panel works!’

  ‘I wonder you should never have been shown! I remember when my father first showed it to me: I can’t have been more than ten years old.’

  ‘Very likely. I had not the felicity of standing upon such easy terms with him. How is it opened?’

  ‘Oh, it is quite a knacky thing! It has a queer latch upon the inside, with a stop on it, so that when it is down the panel cannot slide back. You may open it from this side by twisting one of the bosses at the head of that pillar.’ He stepped up to the wall, and laid his hand on the boss. ‘This one. It has a device which lifts the latch, if you turn it – like this!’

  ‘Ingenious! May I ask how the panel is secured from this room?’

  ‘It ain’t. You may only secure it from the inside. That’s very simply done: you have only to thrust a wedge between the latch and the guard, so that it can’t be raised. If that’s done, the boss won’t move, of course. I daresay that when they came spying out priests’ holes, in the old days, they used to try if any of the mouldings on the wainscots could be moved. This would have baffled them!’

  ‘No doubt. Is there no means of securing the entrance at the bottom of the stair?’

  ‘No, but the cupboard is kept locked. We don’t use it nowadays.’

  The Earl held out his hand. ‘The key, if you please!’

  ‘I was going to lock the cupboard, and put the key back!’

  ‘Thank you, I prefer to keep it in my own possession. Where, in general, is it to be found?’

  ‘In the steward’s room. Perran has all the keys hanging in a cupboard there.’

  ‘It is not an arrangement which recommends itself to me.’

  ‘Oh, as you please!’ Martin said, and gave an old-fashioned key into his hand.

  ‘Thank you. Now go back to your own room, and tell Chard I wish to see him, if you please!’

  ‘Very well. And you don’t think – you don’t believe that –’

  ‘Forgive me! I am too tired to discuss this matter further tonight.’

  ‘Then I’ll say good-night!’ Martin said stiffly. ‘I beg your pardon for disturbing you!’

  Gervase did not answer. Miss Morville waited until Martin had left the room before she said: ‘I hope, my lord, that you mean Chard to lock that door immediately!’

  ‘Why, yes!’

  ‘I trust I am not one to refine too much upon trifles, but I do not like the notion of having a secret stair leading to your room!’

  ‘Nor I,’ he said, regarding her in some amusement.

  ‘To own the truth,’ she confessed, ‘my blood ran cold when I saw that panel begin to slide open!’

  ‘Indeed, I was afraid that you would call Turvey in, which I particularly did not wish.’

  ‘No, I had made up my mind not to do that before you grasped my wrist. While I was present you were safe, I knew.’

  ‘You are a remarkable woman, Miss Morville.’

  ‘On the contrary, I am sadly commonplace,’ she replied. ‘I shall say no more to you tonight on what has occurred. I can see it has teased you very much, and I wish you will try to put it out of your mind until you are stronger.’ She straightened the quilt as she spoke, and after a moment’s hesitation said, in a colourless tone: ‘Your medicine I keep in my own charge, and you may like to know, my lord, that all the nourishment you partake of passes from the head-cook’s hands to Turvey’s only.’

  ‘Yes, I had not considered the chances of poison,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Thank you! This is your doing, I collect.’

  ‘By no means. I fancy it was concerted between Turvey, Abney, and the head-cook himself. Whatever may be the sentiments of certain members of your family, sir, you have trustworthy guards in your servants.’

  ‘It seems so indeed! I cannot conceive why they should concern themselves with my welfare!’

  She said gravely: ‘There is no understanding it, to be sure, but so it is! And here, I think, comes Chard. I shall leave you now, my lord. Pray do not vex yourself more than you need! You have been frowning ever since you heard Martin’s story, you know!’

  ‘Have I? I beg your pardon! He has given me food for a good deal of thought.’

  ‘You will be able to think more clearly in a day or two,’ she said, and went to the door, and opened it. ‘You may come in, Chard: his lordship wishes to speak with you. You will not keep him wakeful overlong, I know. Good-night, my lord!’

  She went out, and Chard approached the bed cautiously. He was welcomed with a smile. ‘Not dead yet, Chard. What a work you must have had, driving those grays, and preventing me from falling out of the curricle!’

  ‘Well, I did, me lord,’ Chard owned, grinning at him. ‘And very much contra pelo it went with me not to be able to stop to catch the villain red-handed! But by the time I had them grays under control you was gone off into a swound, and bleeding so that I durstn’t do anything but drive home hell-for-leather.’

  ‘I am very much obliged to you. You did right, and I doubt whether you would have caught my would-be assassin, even had you been able to stop.’

  ‘I would have liked to have got just one glimpse of him, me lord,’ Chard said. ‘I know what I know, but it ain’t enough. And I’m rare set-about that I let that young – let Mr Martin slip through my hands tonight, so to speak! What I don’t see is how he got into your lordship’s room without me seeing him at it!’

  ‘He got into it by way of that stair, which you may see, if you turn round.’

  ‘Ho!’ said Chard, having subjected the panel and the cavity beyond it to a close inspection. ‘So that’s the way it is, is it? Next thing we know we’ll be having an embascado inside this here Castle, as well as out of it! Well, me lord, that’s properly bowled me out, that has! Why, you might have been smothered in your bed, and no one the wiser!’

  ‘I fancy that very nearly did happen to me once,’ said the Earl reflectively. ‘I don’t mean to be approached by that stair again, so, if you will be so good, Chard, you may take a candle, and go out by the secret way, and when you come out of the cupboard, into which I understand it has access, lock it, and keep the key. Here it is!’

  Chard took the key, but said: ‘Ay, me lord, but that ain’t enough! There’s someone as is desperate set on stashing your glim, and by what I’ve seen he won’t stop for much. Seems to me we’ll both of us be easier in our minds if I was to set here quiet during the night, while your lordship gets a bit of sleep!’

  The Earl shook his head. ‘Thank you, no! I have something else for you to do. I fancy nothing will be attempted against me while I am confined to my bed, with Turvey in the dressing-room.’

  ‘Him!’ said Chard scornfully. ‘He might wake if you was to sound a trumpet outside his door – there’s no saying!’

  ‘He would wake if I called to him. But I have a better answer for a would-be assassin than Turvey. Open the top right-hand drawer of that chest, if you please! You will find my pistol there: bring it to me! Be careful! it is loaded and primed. Thank you!’ The Earl took the pistol, and laid it on the table beside his bed. ‘Now light a candle!’ He waited until Chard had obeyed him, and then said: ‘Don’t mount guard outside Mr Martin’s room!’

  ‘Me lord!’ Chard said explosively. ‘Mr Martin was caught by me the best part of the way to King’s Lynn this day!’

  ‘Yes. I know.’

  ‘Very good, me lord, but p’raps you don’t know what sort of a Canterbury tale he saw fit to tell me!’

  ‘I have heard it. But I do not wish him to know that he is watched. In the house, I think I stand in no danger. But in a day or two I shall be out of this bed, and when that happens, then I want you to watch Mr Martin, once he is outside these walls. You will not always find it possible to follow him, but discover where he goes, and if he takes a gun out, follow him as close as you may.’ He pause
d. ‘And if I too am outside these walls, Chard, don’t let him out of your sight!’ he said deliberately.

  Eighteen

  Martin’s return to Stanyon brought about two changes in the existing arrangements at the Castle: the Dowager emerged from the seclusion of her own apartments, and Lord Ulverston postponed his departure for London. No one was much surprised at this, and although the Earl murmured that Lucy’s presence was unlikely to preserve him from harm he raised no demur to it, events having largely banished from Martin’s mind other and less immediately important issues. Indeed, it was doubtful if Martin would now have offered for Marianne, had her affections been disengaged, for when she drove over to Stanyon with her parents, to enquire after the progress of its owner, her shocked gaze informed him tolerably clearly what were her sentiments upon the occasion. That the story he had told should have met with disbelief, first, and palpably, from his half-brother, and then from the lady whom he had intended to wed, struck Martin with stunning effect, and in some measure prepared him for his reception at Mr Warboys’s hands. ‘Doing it rather too brown, Martin!’ Mr Warboys said bluntly. ‘Always said that nasty temper of yours would land you in a fix one of these days!’ He added, with considerable courage: ‘Lesson to you! Have to live it down, old boy!’

  Instead of issuing the challenge which Mr Warboys would have had no hesitation in declining, Martin had turned on his heel, and walked off without another word spoken.

  The Dowager, resuming her place in the household at Stanyon, soon realized that Martin’s return had not, as she had felt sure it must, allayed all suspicion against him.

  Nothing in her well-ordered existence had prepared her for such a situation as now confronted her. Her egotism happily preserved her from self-blame, but her agitation was, nevertheless, acute, and prompted her to pay her stepson a visit. Miss Morville was powerless to resist this incursion; she could only hope that the Earl’s constitution was strong enough to support him through the ordeal. She discovered, as others had done before her, that his apparent fragility and his gentleness were alike deceptive. He received his stepmother with equanimity, and although her visit wearied him it did not, as Miss Morville had feared it must, agitate his pulse. The Dowager harangued him for half an hour, ringing all the changes between scolding, dictating, and pleading. He heard her with patience, and answered her with such kindness that she left his room much tranquillized, and only realized some hours later that her intervention had achieved nothing. He did not banish Martin from Stanyon, but he would not again admit him to his bedchamber; he told her that he should adhere to his story of the man in homespuns, but he gave her no assurance that he believed Martin to be innocent of the attempt upon his life. It was not until Martin questioned her upon these points that the Earl’s omissions occurred to her. She had seldom suffered so severe a set-back, and its effect upon her was such that Miss Morville felt herself obliged to accede to her almost tearful request to her young friend not to leave her while her nerves were so much overset.