Part 7 (1/2)

Still the child did not move: and the woman's hand fell harmless by her side. The peculiar pallor of the boy's face, a pallor heightened by the shade in which he sat, his immobility, the strangeness of his att.i.tude and position, above all the fixed glare of his eyes, had their effect upon her, scared and impressed as she already was by his unexplained delivery from the closet. She hesitated and fell back a step.

The butler, who knew nothing of the closet episode, attributed the move to prudence. ”Soft and easy,” he muttered approvingly, ”or he may suspect something. It is odd he should be here.”

”Suspect!” the woman answered with a s.h.i.+ver; for when a strong nature gives way to panic, the rout is complete. ”I doubt he knows. The child is not canny,” she added, staring at him in an odd, shrinking fas.h.i.+on.

The butler was at all times a coward, and without understanding the woman's reasons he felt the influence of her fear. ”Not canny!” he said uneasily; ”why, what is the matter with him? Hi, Jack, my boy, what are you doing here?” he continued, addressing the lad with a poor attempt at good-fellows.h.i.+p. ”Are you ill, or what is it?”

The boy did not move.

Gridley advanced gingerly towards him, as a timid man approaches a strange dog. When he came near, however, and saw that it really was the boy, little Jack Patten whom he had known from his birth, the a.s.surance made him laugh at the woman's fears. ”Come, get up, lad,” he said roughly; ”get up and go and play!”

He seized Jack by the collar and raised him to his feet. ”Jump, lad, jump!” he said. ”Be off! You will get the ague here. Go into the sun and play!”

The boy had shaken off his first terror. Frank, he thought, must be safe by this time. He kept his feet therefore, but hesitated in doubt what to do; standing, to outward view a sullen pale-faced child, beside the dark trunk of the yew. Gridley noticed that he kept his one hand closed, and acting on a momentary impulse asked him roughly what he had there. The boy, without answering, opened his fingers mechanically, disclosing three tiny whinberries which he had picked while he talked with his brother in the rift, and had involuntarily retained in his hand ever since. The butler struck them out of his little palm with a disappointed ”pis.h.!.+” and turning him round by the shoulder sent him off with a push. ”There, go and pick some more!” he said. ”Be off! Be off!”

The lad obeyed slowly, and with apparent reluctance. When he was out of sight, Gridley, who had stepped a few paces from the tree that he might watch him the better, returned and picked up his spade. ”There, he is gone!” he said, with an inquisitive look at the woman, whose mood puzzled him. ”And if you will have the things up, it must be done. Let us lose no more time.”

He struck the spade into the ground, and began to dig, while his companion watched him. But her face betrayed none of the greedy excitement which had always marked it before when the treasure was in question. Instead, it wore a look of dread and expectation. Something like grey fear lay like a shadow upon it, and left it only when the man stopped digging, and throwing down his spade, dragged a small white bundle from the shallow hole he had made.

Then she showed at last some animation. ”They _are_ there,” she muttered, her eyes beginning to burn. ”I fancied----”

”Oh, they are here,” he answered, chuckling as he stooped to unfasten the napkin. ”They are here, never fear! Safe bind safe find, you know, my lady.”

Scarcely were the words out of his mouth, however, when he fell back pale and trembling. A hideous look of disappointment and dismay took in a moment the place of the gloating smile which had before distorted his features. The napkin being untied disclosed three stones; no gold, no cups, no treasure, but only three stones!

For a moment the two stood silent and thunderstruck, gazing at the pebbles, which in their perfect worthlessness seemed to mock them.

Then the man turned swiftly and suddenly on the woman, rage and suspicion so transforming him, that he did not look like the same person. ”You hag!” he cried, with lips which writhed under the effort he made to control himself. ”You thieving witch! This is your work!

Where is my gold? Where is my gold, I say?” he repeated wildly. ”Tell me, or I will murder you!” And he advanced upon her, his hands opening and shutting on the empty air.

His frantic gestures and the pa.s.sion of his manner might have appalled even a brave man. But the woman, who had evinced less surprise and more fear on making the discovery, waved him back with the purest contempt. ”Fool!” she hissed, with a flash of scorn in her eyes, ”do you think that I should have played this farce with you?”

”But the gold?” he cried, cowering away from her in a moment like the craven he was. ”It is gone, woman! It is gone, you see! If you have not taken it, who has? For heaven's sake, say you have taken it, and hidden it somewhere else!”

She looked darkly at him, and the look did more to persuade him she was innocent than any words. He wrung his hands and all but wept.

”Some one has taken it,” he moaned. ”It is gone, and I shall never see it again!”

”What brought the boy sitting here?” she muttered on a sudden.

”Jack Patten?”

Mistress Gridley nodded with a strange look in her eyes. ”Ay, little Jack. And he had three whinberries in his hand,” she continued in the same hushed tone. ”Look about, if you are not afraid. Find the whinberries, and something may come of it!”

He did not understand, but he saw she was in deadly earnest; and he was a coward, and afraid of her. ”The whinberries?” he stammered, edging a pace away from her. ”What of them?”

”They are our gold cups,” she muttered between fear and rage. ”The child has bewitched them.”

Gridley cried out ”Nonsense.” But all the same he looked quickly over his shoulder. The sun was high and gave him courage. ”The child?” he said; ”why, I have known him from his birth!”

”Find the whinberries!” was all the answer she vouchsafed. And she pointed imperatively to the ground. ”Find them, I say, if you are not afraid, man.”