Part 26 (1/2)

”Why we have to be up every morning at five o'clock,” said Ada; ”and at six we are out with the cows.”

”It is no joke,” said Edith, very seriously. ”Papa is broken-hearted about it. Your coming will be of the greatest comfort to us, if only because of the pair of hands you bring. And poor Flory!”

”How has it gone with Flory?” he asked. Then Edith told the tale as it had to be told of Florian, and of what had happened because of the evidence he had given. He had come forward under the hands of Captain Yorke Clayton and repeated his whole story, giving it in testimony before the magistrates. He declared it all exactly as he had done before in the presence of his father and his sister and Captain Clayton. And he had sworn to it, and had had his deposition read to him. He was sharp enough, and understood well what he was doing. The other two men were brought up to support him,--the old man Terry and Con Heffernan. They of course had not been present at the examination of Flory, and were asked,--first one and then the other,--what they knew of the transactions of the afternoon on which the waters had been let in on the meadows of Ballintubber. They knew nothing at all, they said. They ”disremembered” whether they had been there on the occasion, ”at all, at all.” Yes; they knew that the waters had been in upon the meadows, and they believed that they were in again still.

They didn't think that the meadows were of much good for this year.

They didn't know who had done it, ”at all, at all.” People did be saying that Mr. Florian had done it himself, so as to spite his father because he had turned Catholic. They couldn't say whether Mr.

Florian could do it alone or not. They thought Mr. Florian and Peter, the butler, and perhaps one other, might do it amongst them. They thought that Yorke Clayton might perhaps have been the man to help him. They didn't know that Yorke Clayton hadn't been in the county at that time. They wished with all their hearts that he wasn't there now, because he was the biggest blackguard they had ever heard tell of.

Such was the story which was now told to Frank of the examination which took place in consequence of Florian's confession. The results were that Pat Carroll was in Galway jail, committed to take his trial at the next a.s.sizes in August for the offence which he had committed; and that Florian had been bound over to give evidence. ”What does Florian do with himself?” his brother asked.

”I am afraid he is frightened,” said Ada.

”Of course he is frightened,” said her sister. ”How should he not be frightened? These men have been telling him for the last six months that they would surely murder him if he turned round and gave evidence against them. Oh, Frank, I fear that I have been wrong in persuading him to tell the truth.”

”Not though his life were sacrificed to-morrow. To have kept the counsels of such a ruffian as that against his own father would have been a disgrace to him for ever. Does not my father think of sending him to England?”

”He says that he has not the money,” said Edith.

”Is it so bad as that with him?”

”I am afraid it is very bad,--bad at any rate, for the time coming.

He has not had a s.h.i.+lling of rent for this spring, and he has to pay the money to Mrs. Pulteney and the others. Poor papa is sorely vexed, and we do not like to press him. He suggested himself that he would send Florian over to Mr. Blake's; but we think that Carnlough is not far enough, and that it would be unfair to impose such a trouble on another man.”

”Could he not send him to Mrs. Pulteney?” Now Mrs. Pulteney was a sister of Mr. Jones.

”He does not like to ask her,” said Edith. ”He thinks that Mrs.

Pulteney has not shown herself very kind of late. We are waiting till you speak to him about it.”

”But what does Florian do with himself?” he asked.

”You will see. He does little or nothing, but roams about the house and talks to Peter. He did not even go to ma.s.s last Sunday. He says that the whole congregation would accuse him of being a liar.”

”Does he not know that he has done his duty by the lie he has told?”

”But to go alone among these people!” said Ada.

”And to hear their d.a.m.nable taunts!” said Edith. ”It is very hard upon him. I think it is papa's idea to keep him here till after the trial in August, and then, if possible, to send him to England. There would be the double journey else, and papa thinks that there would be no real danger till his evidence had been given.”

Then Frank went out of the house and walked round the demesne, so that he might think at his ease of all the troubles of his family.

CHAPTER XXI.

LAX, THE MURDERER.

Frank Jones found his brother Florian alone in the butler's pantry, and was told that Peter was engaged in feeding the horses and cleaning out the stables. ”He's mostly engaged in that kind of work now,” said Florian.

”Who lays the tablecloth?” asked Frank.