Part 5 (1/2)

The Major smiled grimly. ”I hope,” he said, ”to hand him to the police inside five minutes.”

”Look here,” said somebody, ”it was all Mr. Esmond's own fault, and, so to speak, an accident. Go and get a doctor for him, and let us have our man.”

There was a little hard glitter in Coulthurst's eyes. ”He will find it difficult to persuade a jury of that. Stick to the lad, Jenkins, and pick Mr. Esmond up, two of you. Stand aside there, and it's possible that we will not proceed against any more of you.”

Ingleby turned to the crowd. ”You're not going to let them hand him to the police for a thing he didn't do?”

There was a rush and a scuffle, the major's riding-crop was torn from him, and groom and gardener and keeper were swept away, while Ingleby, laughing harshly, reeled into the shadow of the trees with his hand on Leger's shoulder.

”I think,” he said, ”there's nothing that need keep us here.”

Then, while some of his companions pursued Esmond's retainers, and the rest stood still, uncertain what to do next, Ingleby started back through the woods towards Hoddam, dragging Leger, who seemed a trifle dazed.

IV

LEGER'S RESPONSIBILITY

Leger was paler than usual, as well as breathless and very dusty, when he flung himself down in a dilapidated arm-chair in Ingleby's room. The window was open, for it was very hot, and Ingleby, who stood near it, appeared to be listening intently to the patter of feet that came up from the narrow street, until he moved forward and laid his hand upon the sash. Then Leger laughed hollowly.

”I don't think that's necessary, and I wish you would leave it as it is just now,” he said. ”Considering that you live on the fourth story they're scarcely likely to come in that way.”

”I did it without thinking,” said Ingleby, who turned to him a trifle flushed in face. ”You're looking faint. I can get you some water--fortunately it's cheap.”

”I'll be all right in a minute or two,” and Leger made a little deprecatory gesture. ”I'm not sure I ever made four miles quite so fast before, and the blow I got from that fellow's dog-whip, the handle end, must have shaken me. Never mind the water.”

Ingleby sat down, a trifle limply, and, unconscious of the fact that his own clothes were badly torn, gazed at his companion. Leger's dusty disarray heightened the effect of his pallor, and his hair, dank with perspiration, lay smeared upon his forehead, while there was a big discoloured bruise upon one cheek. They had come home across the meadow and through the woodland instead of by the road, and neither of them remembered how many hedges and thickets they had scrambled through, since the one thing apparent was the advisability of escaping attention.

”We made an excellent pace,” Ingleby said. ”I scarcely think that the others can have got here yet. They hadn't the same necessity for haste.

Still, I'm almost afraid it was wasted energy. You see, the police wouldn't be very long in tracing us.”

”I don't suppose so. That big military-looking fellow meant to make sure of me. No doubt he'll send a groom over with our description. He seemed to recognize you, too.”

Ingleby rose abruptly and leaned against the mantel with his lips firmly set. It was several moments before he spoke again.

”I think he did,” he said. ”In fact, I'd have done almost anything sooner than have had this happen; though that doesn't matter now.

There's a more important question--and it has to be faced.”

They looked at each other in silence for a second or two, and both their faces were very grim with the shadow of fear in them. They were young, and shrank from the contemplation of what it seemed had been done. The thing was horrible in itself, quite apart from the consequences, which promised to be disastrous.

”You mean,” said Leger very quietly, ”is he dead?”

Ingleby made a little gesture, and once more for almost a minute the heavy silence was intensified by the ticking of his watch and the sounds in the street below. Both of them listened intently, almost expecting to hear the tramp of heavy feet upon the stairway.

”Heaven forbid!” said Ingleby, a trifle hoa.r.s.ely. ”Still, he looked horribly like it. There's just one thing of which I should like to be quite certain.”

”Of course!” and Leger met his comrade's gaze. ”Suppose I told you I did it, would it separate us?”

”No,” said Ingleby. ”You know that. It might have been I; and, anyway, we were both in the thing.”