I returned to the den to cook myself a meal, of
which I stood in great need, as well as to care for my horse, whom I had
somewhat neglected in the morning. From time to time I went down to the edge of
the wood; but there was no change in the pavilion, and not a human creature was
seen all day upon the links. The schooner in the offing was the one touch of
life within my range of vision. She, apparently with no set object, stood off
and on or lay to, hour after hour; but as the evening deepened, she drew
steadily nearer. I became more convinced that she carried Northmour and his
friends, and that they would probably come ashore after dark; not only because
that was of a piece with the secrecy of the preparations, but because the tide
would not have flowed sufficiently before eleven to cover Graden Floe and the
other sea quags that fortified the shore against invaders.
All day the wind had been going down, and the sea along with it; but there was
a return towards sunset of the heavy weather of the day before. The night set
in pitch dark. The wind came off the sea in squalls, like the firing of a
battery of cannon; now and then there was a flaw of rain, and the surf rolled
heavier with the rising tide. I was down at my observatory among the elders,
when a light was run up to the masthead of the schooner, and showed she was
closer in than when I had last seen her by the dying daylight. I concluded that
this must be a signal to Northmour’s associates on shore; and, stepping
forth into the links, looked around me for something in response.
A small footpath ran along the margin of the wood, and formed the most direct
communication between the pavilion and the mansion-house; and, as I cast my
eyes to that side, I saw a spark of light, not a quarter of a mile away, and
rapidly approaching. From its uneven course it appeared to be the light of a
lantern carried by a person who followed the windings of the path, and was
often staggered and taken aback by the more violent squalls. I concealed myself
once more among the elders, and waited eagerly for the new-comer’s
advance. It proved to be a woman; and, as she passed within half a rod of my
ambush, I was able to recognise the features. The deaf and silent old dame, who
had nursed Northmour in his childhood, was his associate in this underhand
affair.
I followed her at a little distance, taking advantage of the innumerable
heights and hollows, concealed by the darkness, and favoured not only by the
nurse’s deafness, but by the uproar of the wind and surf. She entered the
pavilion, and, going at once to the upper storey, opened and set a light in one
of the windows that looked towards the sea. Immediately afterwards the light at
the schooner’s masthead was run down and extinguished. Its purpose had
been attained, and those on board were sure that they were expected. The old
woman resumed her preparations; although the other shutters remained closed, I
could see a glimmer going to and fro about the house; and a gush of sparks from
one chimney after another soon told me that the fires were being kindled.
Northmour and his guests, I was now persuaded, would come ashore as soon as
there was water on the floe. It was a wild night for boat service; and I felt
some alarm mingle with my curiosity as I reflected on the danger of the
landing. My old acquaintance, it was true, was the most eccentric of men; but
the present eccentricity was both disquieting and lugubrious to consider. A
variety of feelings thus led me towards the beach, where I lay flat on my face
in a hollow within six feet of the track that led to the pavilion. Thence, I
should have the satisfaction of recognising the arrivals, and, if they should
prove to be acquaintances, greeting them as soon as they had landed.
Some time before eleven, while the tide was still dangerously low, a
boat’s lantern appeared close in shore; and, my attention being thus
awakened, I could perceive another still far to seaward, violently tossed, and
sometimes hidden by the billows. The weather, which was getting dirtier as the
night went on, and the perilous situation of the yacht upon a lee shore, had
probably driven them to attempt a landing at the earliest possible moment.
A little afterwards, four yachtsmen carrying a very heavy chest, and guided by
a fifth with a lantern, passed close in front of me as I lay, and were admitted
to the pavilion by the nurse. They returned to the beach, and passed me a
second time with another chest, larger but apparently not so heavy as the
first. A third time they made the transit; and on this occasion one of the
yachtsmen carried a leather portmanteau, and the others a lady’s trunk
and carriage bag. My curiosity was sharply excited. If a woman were among the
guests of Northmour, it would show a change in his habits and an apostasy from
his pet theories of life, well calculated to fill me with surprise. When he and
I dwelt there together, the pavilion had been a temple of misogyny. And now,
one of the detested sex was to be installed under its roof. I remembered one or
two particulars, a few notes of daintiness and almost of coquetry which had
struck me the day before as I surveyed the preparations in the house; their
purpose was now clear, and I thought myself dull not to have perceived it from
the first.
While I was thus reflecting, a second lantern drew near me from the beach. It
was carried by a yachtsman whom I had not yet seen, and who was conducting two
other persons to the pavilion. These two persons were unquestionably the guests
for whom the house was made ready; and, straining eye and ear, I set myself to
watch them as they passed. One was an unusually tall man, in a travelling hat
slouched over his eyes, and a highland cape closely buttoned and turned up so
as to conceal his face. You could make out no more of him than that he was, as
I have said, unusually tall, and walked feebly with a heavy stoop. By his side,
and either clinging to him or giving him support—I could not make out
which—was a young, tall, and slender figure of a woman. She was extremely
pale; but in the light of the lantern her face was so marred by strong and
changing shadows, that she might equally well have been as ugly as sin or as
beautiful as I afterwards found her to be.
When they were just abreast of me, the girl made some remark which was drowned
by the noise of the wind.
“Hush!” said her companion; and there was something in the tone
with which the word was uttered that thrilled and rather shook my spirits. It
seemed to breathe from a bosom labouring under the deadliest terror; I have
never heard another syllable so expressive; and I still hear it again when I am
feverish at night, and my mind runs upon old times. The man turned towards the
girl as he spoke; I had a glimpse of much red beard and a nose which seemed to
have been broken in youth; and his light eyes seemed shining in his face with
some strong and unpleasant emotion.
But these two passed on and were admitted in their turn to the pavilion.
One by one, or in groups, the seamen returned to the beach. The wind brought me
the sound of a rough voice crying, “Shove off!” Then, after a
pause, another lantern drew near. It was Northmour alone.
My wife and I, a man and a woman, have often agreed to wonder how a person
could be, at the same time, so handsome and so repulsive as Northmour. He had
the appearance of a finished gentleman; his face bore every mark of
intelligence and courage; but you had only to look at him, even in his most
amiable moment, to see that he had the temper of a slaver captain. I never knew
a character that was both explosive and revengeful to the same degree; he
combined the vivacity of the south with the sustained and deadly hatreds of the
north; and both traits were plainly written on his face, which was a sort of
danger signal. In person he was tall, strong, and active; his hair and
complexion very dark; his features handsomely designed, but spoiled by a
menacing expression.
At that moment he was somewhat paler than by nature; he wore a heavy frown; and
his lips worked, and he looked sharply round him as he walked, like a man
besieged with apprehensions. And yet I thought he had a look of triumph
underlying all, as though he had already done much, and was near the end of an
achievement.
Partly from a scruple of delicacy—which I dare say came too
late—partly from the pleasure of startling an acquaintance, I desired to
make my presence known to him without delay.
I got suddenly to my feet, and stepped forward. “Northmour!” said
I.
I have never had so shocking a surprise in all my days. He leaped on me without
a word; something shone in his hand; and he struck for my heart with a dagger.
At the same moment I knocked him head over heels. Whether it was my quickness,
or his own uncertainty, I know not; but the blade only grazed my shoulder,
while the hilt and his fist struck me violently on the mouth.
I fled, but not far. I had often and often observed the capabilities of the
sand-hills for protracted ambush or stealthy advances and retreats; and, not
ten yards from the scene of the scuffle, plumped down again upon the grass. The
lantern had fallen and gone out. But what was my astonishment to see Northmour
slip at a bound into the pavilion, and hear him bar the door behind him with a
clang of iron!
He had not pursued me. He had run away. Northmour, whom I knew for the most
implacable and daring of men, had run away! I could scarce believe my reason;
and yet in this strange business, where all was incredible, there was nothing
to make a work about in an incredibility more or less. For why was the pavilion
secretly prepared? Why had Northmour landed with his guests at dead of night,
in half a gale of wind, and with the floe scarce covered? Why had he sought to
kill me? Had he not recognised my voice? I wondered. And, above all, how had he
come to have a dagger ready in his hand? A dagger, or even a sharp knife,
seemed out of keeping with the age in which we lived; and a gentleman landing
from his yacht on the shore of his own estate, even although it was at night
and with some mysterious circumstances, does not usually, as a matter of fact,
walk thus prepared for deadly onslaught. The more I reflected, the further I
felt at sea. I recapitulated the elements of mystery, counting them on my
fingers: the pavilion secretly prepared for guests; the guests landed at the
risk of their lives and to the imminent peril of the yacht; the guests, or at
least one of them, in undisguised and seemingly causeless terror; Northmour
with a naked weapon; Northmour stabbing his most intimate acquaintance at a
word; last, and not least strange, Northmour fleeing from the man whom he had
sought to murder, and barricading himself, like a hunted creature, behind the
door of the pavilion. Here were at least six separate causes for extreme
surprise; each part and parcel with the others, and forming all together one
consistent story. I felt almost ashamed to believe my own senses.
As I thus stood, transfixed with wonder, I began to grow painfully conscious of
the injuries I had received in the scuffle; skulked round among the sand-hills;
and, by a devious path, regained the shelter of the wood. On the way, the old
nurse passed again within several yards of me, still carrying her lantern, on
the return journey to the mansion-house of Graden. This made a seventh
suspicious feature in the case—Northmour and his guests, it appeared,
were to cook and do the cleaning for themselves, while the old woman continued
to inhabit the big empty barrack among the policies. There must surely be great
cause for secrecy, when so many inconveniences were confronted to preserve it.
So thinking, I made my way to the den. For greater security, I trod out the
embers of the fire, and lit my lantern to examine the wound upon my shoulder.
It was a trifling hurt, although it bled somewhat freely, and I dressed it as
well as I could (for its position made it difficult to reach) with some rag and
cold water from the spring. While I was thus busied, I mentally declared war
against Northmour and his mystery. I am not an angry man by nature, and I
believe there was more curiosity than resentment in my heart. But war I
certainly declared; and, by way of preparation, I got out my revolver, and,
having drawn the charges, cleaned and reloaded it with scrupulous care. Next I
became preoccupied about my horse. It might break loose, or fall to neighing,
and so betray my camp in the Sea-Wood. I determined to rid myself of its
neighbourhood; and long before dawn I was leading it over the links in the
direction of the fisher village.
