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_ The valet had shrunk into the dark corner of the room, and had
remained so motionless that we had forgotten his presence until,
upon this appeal from his former master, he took a step forward into
the light, turning his sallow face in our direction. His usually
impassive features were in a state of painful agitation, and he
spoke slowly and with hesitation, as though his trembling lips could
hardly frame the words. And yet, so strong is habit, that, even in
this extremity of emotion he assumed the deferential air of the
high-class valet, and his sentences formed themselves in the
sonorous fashion which had struck my attention upon that first day
when the curricle of my uncle had stopped outside my father's door.
"My Lady Avon and gentlemen," said he, "if I have sinned in this
matter, and I freely confess that I have done so, I only know one
way in which I can atone for it, and that is by making the full and
complete confession which my noble master, Lord Avon, has demanded.
I assure you, then, that what I am about to tell you, surprising as
it may seem, is the absolute and undeniable truth concerning the
mysterious death of Captain Barrington.
"It may seem impossible to you that one in my humble walk of life
should bear a deadly and implacable hatred against a man in the
position of Captain Barrington. You think that the gulf between is
too wide. I can tell you, gentlemen, that the gulf which can be
bridged by unlawful love can be spanned also by an unlawful hatred,
and that upon the day when this young man stole from me all that
made my life worth living, I vowed to Heaven that I should take from
him that foul life of his, though the deed would cover but the
tiniest fraction of the debt which he owed me. I see that you look
askance at me, Sir Charles Tregellis, but you should pray to God,
sir, that you may never have the chance of finding out what you
would yourself be capable of in the same position."
It was a wonder to all of us to see this man's fiery nature breaking
suddenly through the artificial constraints with which he held it in
check. His short dark hair seemed to bristle upwards, his eyes
glowed with the intensity of his passion, and his face expressed a
malignity of hatred which neither the death of his enemy nor the
lapse of years could mitigate. The demure servant was gone, and
there stood in his place a deep and dangerous man, one who might be
an ardent lover or a most vindictive foe.
"We were about to be married, she and I, when some black chance
threw him across our path. I do not know by what base deceptions he
lured her away from me. I have heard that she was only one of many,
and that he was an adept at the art. It was done before ever I knew
the danger, and she was left with her broken heart and her ruined
life to return to that home into which she had brought disgrace and
misery. I only saw her once. She told me that her seducer had
burst out a-laughing when she had reproached him for his perfidy,
and I swore to her that his heart's blood should pay me for that
laugh.
"I was a valet at the time, but I was not yet in the service of Lord
Avon. I applied for and gained that position with the one idea that
it might give me an opportunity of settling my accounts with his
younger brother. And yet my chance was a terribly long time coming,
for many months had passed before the visit to Cliffe Royal gave me
the opportunity which I longed for by day and dreamed of by night.
When it did come, however, it came in a fashion which was more
favourable to my plans than anything that I had ever ventured to
hope for.
"Lord Avon was of opinion that no one but himself knew of the secret
passages in Cliffe Royal. In this he was mistaken. I knew of them-
-or, at least, I knew enough of them to serve my purpose. I need
not tell you how, one day, when preparing the chambers for the
guests, an accidental pressure upon part of the fittings caused a
panel to gape in the woodwork, and showed me a narrow opening in the
wall. Making my way down this, I found that another panel led into
a larger bedroom beyond. That was all I knew, but it was all that
was needed for my purpose. The disposal of the rooms had been left
in my hands, and I arranged that Captain Barrington should sleep in
the larger and I in the smaller. I could come upon him when I
wished, and no one would be the wiser.
"And then he arrived. How can I describe to you the fever of
impatience in which I lived until the moment should come for which I
had waited and planned. For a night and a day they gambled, and for
a night and a day I counted the minutes which brought me nearer to
my man. They might ring for fresh wine at what hour they liked,
they always found me waiting and ready, so that this young captain
hiccoughed out that I was the model of all valets. My master
advised me to go to bed. He had noticed my flushed cheek and my
bright eyes, and he set me down as being in a fever. So I was, but
it was a fever which only one medicine could assuage.
"Then at last, very early in the morning, I heard them push back
their chairs, and I knew that their game had at last come to an end.
When I entered the room to receive my orders, I found that Captain
Barrington had already stumbled off to bed. The others had also
retired, and my master was sitting alone at the table, with his
empty bottle and the scattered cards in front of him. He ordered me
angrily to my room, and this time I obeyed him.
"My first care was to provide myself with a weapon. I knew that if
I were face to face with him I could tear his throat out, but I must
so arrange that the fashion of his death should be a noiseless one.
There was a hunting trophy in the hall, and from it I took a
straight heavy knife which I sharpened upon my boot. Then I stole
to my room, and sat waiting upon the side of my bed. I had made up
my mind what I should do. There would be little satisfaction in
killing him if he was not to know whose hand had struck the blow, or
which of his sins it came to avenge. Could I but bind him and gag
him in his drunken sleep, then a prick or two of my dagger would
arouse him to listen to what I had to say to him. I pictured the
look in his eyes as the haze of sleep cleared slowly away from them,
the look of anger turning suddenly to stark horror as he understood
who I was and what I had come for. It would be the supreme moment
of my life.
"I waited as it seemed to me for at least an hour; but I had no
watch, and my impatience was such that I dare say it really was
little more than a quarter of that time. Then I rose, removed my
shoes, took my knife, and having opened the panel, slipped silently
through. It was not more than thirty feet that I had to go, but I
went inch by inch, for the old rotten boards snapped like breaking
twigs if a sudden weight was placed upon them. It was, of course,
pitch dark, and very, very slowly I felt my way along. At last I
saw a yellow seam of light glimmering in front of me, and I knew
that it came from the other panel. I was too soon, then, since he
had not extinguished his candles. I had waited many months, and I
could afford to wait another hour, for I did not wish to do anything
precipitately or in a hurry.
"It was very necessary to move silently now, since I was within a
few feet of my man, with only the thin wooden partition between.
Age had warped and cracked the boards, so that when I had at last
very stealthily crept my way as far as the sliding-panel, I found
that I could, without any difficulty, see into the room. Captain
Barrington was standing by the dressing-table with his coat and vest
off. A large pile of sovereigns, and several slips of paper were
lying before him, and he was counting over his gambling gains. His
face was flushed, and he was heavy from want of sleep and from wine.
It rejoiced me to see it, for it meant that his slumber would be
deep, and that all would be made easy for me.
"I was still watching him, when of a sudden I saw him start, and a
terrible expression come upon his face. For an instant my heart
stood still, for I feared that he had in some way divined my
presence. And then I heard the voice of my master within. I could
not see the door by which he had entered, nor could I see him where
he stood, but I heard all that he had to say. As I watched the
captain's face flush fiery-red, and then turn to a livid white as he
listened to those bitter words which told him of his infamy, my
revenge was sweeter--far sweeter--than my most pleasant dreams had
ever pictured it. I saw my master approach the dressing-table, hold
the papers in the flame of the candle, throw their charred ashes
into the grate, and sweep the golden pieces into a small brown
canvas bag. Then, as he turned to leave the room, the captain
seized him by the wrist, imploring him, by the memory of their
mother, to have mercy upon him; and I loved my master as I saw him
drag his sleeve from the grasp of the clutching fingers, and leave
the stricken wretch grovelling upon the floor.
"And now I was left with a difficult point to settle, for it was
hard for me to say whether it was better that I should do that which
I had come for, or whether, by holding this man's guilty secret, I
might not have in my hand a keener and more deadly weapon than my
master's hunting-knife. I was sure that Lord Avon could not and
would not expose him. I knew your sense of family pride too well,
my lord, and I was certain that his secret was safe in your hands.
But I both could and would; and then, when his life had been
blasted, and he had been hounded from his regiment and from his
clubs, it would be time, perhaps, for me to deal in some other way
with him."
"Ambrose, you are a black villain," said my uncle.
"We all have our own feelings, Sir Charles; and you will permit me
to say that a serving-man may resent an injury as much as a
gentleman, though the redress of the duel is denied to him. But I
am telling you frankly, at Lord Avon's request, all that I thought
and did upon that night, and I shall continue to do so, even if I am
not fortunate enough to win your approval.
"When Lord Avon had left him, the captain remained for some time in
a kneeling attitude, with his face sunk upon a chair. Then he rose,
and paced slowly up and down the room, his chin sunk upon his
breast. Every now and then he would pluck at his hair, or shake his
clenched hands in the air; and I saw the moisture glisten upon his
brow. For a time I lost sight of him, and I heard him opening
drawer after drawer, as though he were in search of something. Then
he stood over by his dressing-table again, with his back turned to
me. His head was thrown a little back, and he had both hands up to
the collar of his shirt, as though he were striving to undo it. And
then there was a gush as if a ewer had been upset, and down he sank
upon the ground, with his head in the corner, twisted round at so
strange an angle to his shoulders that one glimpse of it told me
that my man was slipping swiftly from the clutch in which I had
fancied that I held him. I slid my panel, and was in the room in an
instant. His eyelids still quivered, and it seemed to me, as my
gaze met his glazing eyes, that I could read both recognition and
surprise in them. I laid my knife upon the floor, and I stretched
myself out beside him, that I might whisper in his ear one or two
little things of which I wished to remind him; but even as I did so,
he gave a gasp and was gone.
"It is singular that I, who had never feared him in life, should be
frightened at him now, and yet when I looked at him, and saw that
all was motionless save the creeping stain upon the carpet, I was
seized with a sudden foolish spasm of terror, and, catching up my
knife, I fled swiftly and silently back to my own room, closing the
panels behind me. It was only when I had reached it that I found
that in my mad haste I had carried away, not the hunting-knife which
I had taken with me, but the bloody razor which had dropped from the
dead man's hand. This I concealed where no one has ever discovered
it; but my fears would not allow me to go back for the other, as I
might perhaps have done, had I foreseen how terribly its presence
might tell against my master. And that, Lady Avon and gentlemen, is
an exact and honest account of how Captain Barrington came by his
end."
"And how was it," asked my uncle, angrily, "that you have allowed an
innocent man to be persecuted all these years, when a word from you
might have saved him?"
"Because I had every reason to believe, Sir Charles, that that would
be most unwelcome to Lord Avon. How could I tell all this without
revealing the family scandal which he was so anxious to conceal? I
confess that at the beginning I did not tell him what I had seen,
and my excuse must be that he disappeared before I had time to
determine what I should do. For many a year, however--ever since I
have been in your service, Sir Charles--my conscience tormented me,
and I swore that if ever I should find my old master, I should
reveal everything to him. The chance of my overhearing a story told
by young Mr. Stone here, which showed me that some one was using the
secret chambers of Cliffe Royal, convinced me that Lord Avon was in
hiding there, and I lost no time in seeking him out and offering to
do him all the justice in my power."
"What he says is true," said his master; "but it would have been
strange indeed if I had hesitated to sacrifice a frail life and
failing health in a cause for which I freely surrendered all that
youth had to offer. But new considerations have at last compelled
me to alter my resolution. My son, through ignorance of his true
position, was drifting into a course of life which accorded with his
strength and spirit, but not with the traditions of his house.
Again, I reflected that many of those who knew my brother had passed
away, that all the facts need not come out, and that my death whilst
under the suspicion of such a crime would cast a deeper stain upon
our name than the sin which he had so terribly expiated. For these
reasons--"
The tramp of several heavy footsteps reverberating through the old
house broke in suddenly upon Lord Avon's words. His wan face turned
even a shade greyer as he heard it, and he looked piteously to his
wife and son.
"They will arrest me!" he cried. "I must submit to the degradation
of an arrest."
"This way, Sir James; this way," said the harsh tones of Sir Lothian
Hume from without.
"I do not need to be shown the way in a house where I have drunk
many a bottle of good claret," cried a deep voice in reply; and
there in the doorway stood the broad figure of Squire Ovington in
his buckskins and top-boots, a riding-crop in his hand. Sir Lothian
Hume was at his elbow, and I saw the faces of two country constables
peeping over his shoulders.
"Lord Avon," said the squire, "as a magistrate of the county of
Sussex, it is my duty to tell you that a warrant is held against you
for the wilful murder of your brother, Captain Barrington, in the
year 1786."
"I am ready to answer the charge."
"This I tell you as a magistrate. But as a man, and the Squire of
Rougham Grange, I'm right glad to see you, Ned, and here's my hand
on it, and never will I believe that a good Tory like yourself, and
a man who could show his horse's tail to any field in the whole Down
county, would ever be capable of so vile an act."
"You do me justice, James," said Lord Avon, clasping the broad,
brown hand which the country squire had held out to him. "I am as
innocent as you are; and I can prove it."
"Damned glad I am to hear it, Ned! That is to say, Lord Avon, that
any defence which you may have to make will be decided upon by your
peers and by the laws of your country."
"Until which time," added Sir Lothian Hume, "a stout door and a good
lock will be the best guarantee that Lord Avon will be there when
called for."
The squire's weather-stained face flushed to a deeper red as he
turned upon the Londoner.
"Are you the magistrate of a county, sir?"
"I have not the honour, Sir James."
"Then how dare you advise a man who has sat on the bench for nigh
twenty years! When I am in doubt, sir, the law provides me with a
clerk with whom I may confer, and I ask no other assistance."
"You take too high a tone in this matter, Sir James. I am not
accustomed to be taken to task so sharply."
"Nor am I accustomed, sir, to be interfered with in my official
duties. I speak as a magistrate, Sir Lothian, but I am always ready
to sustain my opinions as a man."
Sir Lothian bowed.
"You will allow me to observe, sir, that I have personal interests
of the highest importance involved in this matter, I have every
reason to believe that there is a conspiracy afoot which will affect
my position as heir to Lord Avon's titles and estates. I desire his
safe custody in order that this matter may be cleared up, and I call
upon you, as a magistrate, to execute your warrant."
"Plague take it, Ned!" cried the squire, "I would that my clerk
Johnson were here, for I would deal as kindly by you as the law
allows; and yet I am, as you hear, called upon to secure your
person."
"Permit me to suggest, sir," said my uncle, "that so long as he is
under the personal supervision of the magistrate, he may be said to
be under the care of the law, and that this condition will be
fulfilled if he is under the roof of Rougham Grange."
"Nothing could be better," cried the squire, heartily. "You will
stay with me, Ned, until this matter blows over. In other words,
Lord Avon, I make myself responsible, as the representative of the
law, that you are held in safe custody until your person may be
required of me."
"Yours is a true heart, James."
"Tut, tut! it is the due process of the law. I trust, Sir Lothian
Hume, that you find nothing to object to in it?"
Sir Lothian shrugged his shoulders, and looked blackly at the
magistrate. Then he turned to my uncle.
"There is a small matter still open between us," said he. "Would
you kindly give me the name of a friend? Mr. Corcoran, who is
outside in my barouche, would act for me, and we might meet to-
morrow morning."
"With pleasure," answered my uncle. "I dare say your father would
act for me, nephew? Your friend may call upon Lieutenant Stone, of
Friar's Oak, and the sooner the better."
And so this strange conference ended. As for me, I had sprung to
the side of the old friend of my boyhood, and was trying to tell him
my joy at his good fortune, and listening to his assurance that
nothing that could ever befall him could weaken the love that he
bore me. My uncle touched me on the shoulder, and we were about to
leave, when Ambrose, whose bronze mask had been drawn down once more
over his fiery passions, came demurely towards him.
"Beg your pardon, Sir Charles," said he; "but it shocks me very much
to see your cravat."
"You are right, Ambrose," my uncle answered. "Lorimer does his
best, but I have never been able to fill your place."
"I should be proud to serve you, sir; but you must acknowledge that
Lord Avon has the prior claim. If he will release me--"
"You may go, Ambrose; you may go!" cried Lord Avon. "You are an
excellent servant, but your presence has become painful to me."
"Thank you, Ned," said my uncle. "But you must not leave me so
suddenly again, Ambrose."
"Permit me to explain the reason, sir. I had determined to give you
notice when we reached Brighton; but as we drove from the village
that day, I caught a glimpse of a lady passing in a phaeton between
whom and Lord Avon I was well aware there was a close intimacy,
although I was not certain that she was actually his wife. Her
presence there confirmed me in my opinion that he was in hiding at
Cliffe Royal, and I dropped from your curricle and followed her at
once, in order to lay the matter before her, and explain how very
necessary it was that Lord Avon should see me."
"Well, I forgive you for your desertion, Ambrose," said my uncle;
"and," he added, "I should be vastly obliged to you if you would re-
arrange my tie." _
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