The House 'Round the Corner Part 2
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The youthful Walker winked.
"You leave that to me," he said. "What about the fee--will he stand a guinea?"
"You might try it, at any rate."
At the appointed time, half-past eleven o'clock, Mr. Armathwaite came, carrying a large parcel wrapped in brown paper. He cast an appreciative eye at a wiry cob, put the parcel in the back of the waiting dog-cart, and climbed to the seat beside the younger Walker, now attired _de rigueur_ for the country.
"Will you kindly call at the railway station?" he said.
The request was unexpected, but the driver nodded, and showed some skill in turning through the congeries of vehicles which crowded the street.
At the station, the bag and other small articles were withdrawn from the parcels office, and deposited beside the package in brown paper. James Walker was mystified, but said nothing. Returning through the main street, he answered a few questions concerning local matters, and, once in the open country, grew voluble under the influence of a first-rate Havana proffered by his companion. Men of his type often estimate their fellows by a tobacco standard, and Walker privately appraised the cigar as "worth a bob, at the lowest figure." From that instant, Mr. Robert Armathwaite and Mr. James Walker took up their relative positions without demur on the part of either.
Oddly enough, seeing that the newcomer had expressed his dislike for society, he listened with interest to bits of gossip concerning the owners of the various estates pa.s.sed on the way. He was specially keen on names, even inquiring as to what families one t.i.tled landowner was connected with by marriage. Then, as to the fis.h.i.+ng, could the Walkers arrange that for him?
Forgetting his 'cuteness, Walker settled the point off-hand.
"You had better deal with the matter yourself, sir," he said. "There'll be no difficulty. Nearly all the Elmdale farms are freeholds, most of 'em with common rights on the moor. Why, when one of 'em changes hands, the buyer has the right to take over all the sheep footed on the seller's part of the moor. P'raps you don't know what 'footed' means.
Sheep will always go back to the place where they were raised, and the habit is useful when they stray over an open moorland. So, you see, all you have to do is to get permission from two or three farmers, and you can fish for miles."
He tried to talk of the Garths, particularly of the pretty daughter, but his hearer's attention wandered; obviously, information as to the ways and habits of the local yeomanry was more to Mr. Armathwaite's taste than a "nut's" gus.h.i.+ng about a good-looking girl.
Within an hour, after five miles of fair roadway and two of a switchback, mostly rising, Walker pointed with his whip to a thin line of red-tiled houses, here and there a thatched roof among them, nestling at the foot of a gill, or ravine, which pierced the side of a gaunt moorland. Above the hamlet, at the eastern end, rose an old-fas.h.i.+oned stone house, square, with a portico in the center, and a high-pitched roof of stone slabs.
"There's Elmdale," he said, "and that's the Grange. Looks a G.o.d-forsaken hole, doesn't it, sir?"
"If you pay heed to the real meanings of words, no place on earth merits that description," said Mr. Armathwaite.
Walker was no whit abashed.
"Well, no," he grinned.
"I ought to have asked sooner, but have you brought any keys?"
The agent instinct warned the other that his choice of an adjective had been unwise in more ways than one.
"That's all right, sir," he said cheerfully. "The keys are kept in the village--at Mrs. Jackson's. She's a useful old body. If you want a housekeeper, she and her daughter would suit you down to the ground."
Little more was said until the steaming pony was pulled up in front of a thatched cottage. Seen thus intimately, and in the blaze of a June sun, Elmdale suggested coziness. Each house, no matter what its size, had a garden in front and an orchard behind. Long, narrow pastures ran steeply up to the moor, and cattle and sheep were grazing in them. There were crops on the lower land. For all its remoteness, Elmdale faced south, and its earth was fertile.
Armathwaite sat in the dog-cart while James Walker ran up the strip of flower-laden garden, and peered in through a low doorway. In later days, the singular fact was borne in on Armathwaite that had his companion adopted any other method of making known his business--had he, for instance, shouted to Mrs. Jackson or her daughter, Betty, and asked for the keys of the Grange--the whole course of his subsequent life would unquestionably have been altered. A loose stone under the foot of an emperor's horse may change the map of the world. In this instance, a remarkable, and, in some respects, unique series of events arose solely from the fact that Walker, junior, was of active habit, and alighted from the vehicle in preference to announcing his wishes for others to hear; because Betty Jackson, at that moment, was plucking gooseberries in the back garden, and knew nothing of what was going on until a country maid's belated wit failed completely to stem the tide of circ.u.mstance.
Armathwaite caught sc.r.a.ps of a brief but seemingly heated argument going on inside the cottage. It was couched in the Yorks.h.i.+re dialect, which he understood, to some extent, but could not speak. Then Walker, a gallant figure in straw hat, gray coat, red waistcoat with gilded b.u.t.tons, breeches and gaiters and brown boots, strutted into sight. He was red-faced and laughing, and a bundle of keys jingled in one hand.
"Mrs. Jackson's as bad as any of 'em," he cried, springing to his seat and taking the reins from a clip on the dash-board. "Made such a to-do about anyone looking over the house. Asked if you'd heard of the ghost, too. And, blow me, if she didn't pretend she'd mislaid the keys! We wouldn't have got 'em for a deuce of a time if I hadn't twigged 'em hanging on a nail, and grabbed 'em. Then she gave me my name for nothing, I can a.s.sure you."
"Yet you recommended her for the post of housekeeper," said Armathwaite, smiling.
"Yes, sir. She's a rare good cook, and tidy, too. Can't make out what's come over her. She was fair scared to death."
Walker's statement as to Mrs. Jackson's behavior was by no means highly colored. Before he reached the dog-cart, the old woman had hurried into the back garden.
"Betty!" she shrilled. "Betty, where are you?"
A head in a poke-bonnet rose above a clump of tall gooseberry bushes, and a voice answered:
"Yes, mother, what is it?"
"Run, girl, run! What's to be done? Mr. Walker has brought a man to look at the house."
"What house?"
"The Grange, to be sure."
"Oh, mother!"
Betty ran quickly enough now. She was a strongly-built, apple-cheeked la.s.s; but there was a glint of fear in her eyes, and the faces of both mother and daughter had gone gray under the tan of moor air and much work in the open.
"Whatever can we do?" cried Mrs. Jackson, with the hopeless distress of a woman overwhelmed by some unforeseen and tragic occurrence. "That impudent young Walker came and s.n.a.t.c.hed at the keys before I could stop him. And they've gone there, the pair of 'em! There they are now--halfway up the hill."
All this, of course, was couched in "broad Yorks.h.i.+re," which, however, need not enter into the record. The two gazed at the men in the dog-cart, who were partly visible above a yew hedge, since the by-road in which the Grange was situated turned up the hill by the gable of Mrs.
Jackson's cottage.
"Oh, mother!" said the girl, in awe-stricken accents, "why didn't you hide 'em?"
"How was I to hide 'em? I was knocked all of a heap. Who'd have thought of anyone coming here to-day, of all days in the year?"
"Who's that with him?" Betty almost sobbed.
"The man who's going over the house, of course."
"Oh, dear! If only I'd known! I'd have taken the keys and gone with them."
"What good would that have done?"
"I might have humbugged them into waiting a minute or two. I'd have thought of some excuse. But don't worry too much, mother. Maybe they'll give the least little look round, and come away again."
"And maybe they won't," cried Mrs. Jackson angrily, for she was recovering from her fright, and her daughter's implied reproach was irritating. "I did my best, and it can't be helped now, no matter what happens. Run after them, Betty, and offer to help. You may manage something, even now."
The girl needed no second bidding. She was through the cottage and out in the road in a jiffy. But she had lost a minute or more already, and the st.u.r.dy galloway was climbing a steep hill quickly. When she reached a garden gate to which the reins were tied, the front door of the Grange stood open, and the visitors were inside.
"Oh, dear!" she breathed, in a heart-broken way. "Oh, dear! If only mother had called me sooner! Now, it's too late! And I promised that no one should know. Well, I must do my best. Just a bit of luck, and I may pull things straight yet!"
CHAPTER II
SHOWING HOW EVEN A HOUSE MAY HAVE A WAY OF ITS OWN
The House 'Round the Corner Part 2
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