Part 80 (1/2)

Again the steps began. They were coming down the stair. The door at the foot of it opened. The earl entered a step or two, then stopped.

Through the darkness Donal seemed to know exactly where he stood. He knew also that he was fumbling for a match, and watched intently for the first spark. There came a sputter and a gleam, and the match failed. Ere he could try another, Donal made a swift blow at his arm.

It knocked the box from his hand.

”Ha!” he cried, and there was terror in the cry, ”she strikes at me through the dark!”

Donal kept very still. Arctura kept as still as he. The earl turned and went away.

”I will bring a candle!” he muttered.

”Now, my lady, we must make haste,” said Donal. ”Do you mind being left while I fetch my tools?”

”No--but make haste,” she answered.

”I shall be back before him,” he returned.

”Be careful you do not meet him,” said Arctura.

There was no difficulty now, either in going or returning. He sped, and in a s.p.a.ce that even to Arctura seemed short, was back. There was no time to use the file: he attacked the staple, and drew it from the bed-post, then wound the chain about her arm, and tied it there.

He had already made up his mind what to do with her. He had been inclined to carry her away from the house: Doory would take care of her! But he saw that to leave the enemy in possession would be to yield him an advantage. Awkward things might result from it! the tongues of inventive ignorance and stupidity would wag wildly! He would take her to her room, and there watch her as he would the pearl of price!

”There! you are free, my lady,” he said. ”Now come.”

He took her hands, and she raised herself wearily.

”The air is so stifling!” she said.

”We shall soon have better!” answered Donal.

”Shall we go on the roof?” she said, like one talking in her sleep.

”I will take you to your own room,” replied Donal. ”--But I will not leave you,” he added quickly, seeing a look of anxiety cloud her face, ”--so long as your uncle is in the house.”

”Take me where you will,” rejoined Arctura.

There was no way but through the crypt: she followed him without hesitation. They crept through the little closet under the stair, and were in the hall of the castle.

As they went softly up the stair, Donal had an idea.

”He is not back yet!” he said: ”we will take the key from the oak door; he will think he has mislaid it, and will not find out that you are gone. I wonder what he will do!”

Cautiously listening to be sure the earl was not there, he ran to the oak door, locked it, and brought away the key. Then they went to the room Arctura had last occupied.

The door was ajar; there was a light in the room. They went softly, and peeped in. The earl was there, turning over the contents of her writing-desk.

”He will find nothing,” she whispered with a smile.

Donal led her away.

”We will go to your old room,” he said. ”The whole recess is built up with stone and lime: he cannot come near you that way!”