The House 'Round the Corner Part 3
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While Walker was fiddling with the lock, not being quite sure as to the right key, Armathwaite had eyed the southern landscape. Elmdale was six hundred feet above sea level, and the Grange stood fully a hundred feet higher than the village, so a far-flung panorama of tillage, pasture, and woodland provided a delightful picture on that glorious June day. To the north, he knew, stretched miles of wild moor, and the heather began where the s.p.a.cious garden ended. A glance at the map in the Walkers'
office had shown that this bleak waste was crossed by mere tracks, marked in the dotted lines which motorists abhor. Indeed, the very road leading to the house was not macadamized beyond the gate; two years of disuse had converted even the stone-covered portion into a sort of meadow, because gra.s.s, the sulkiest of vegetables in a well-tended lawn, will grow luxuriantly on a granite wall if left alone.
Truly, Elmdale seemed to be at the end of the world--the world of Yorks.h.i.+re, at any rate--and Robert Armathwaite found its aspect pleasing. A lock clicked; he turned, and entered a domain he was now fully resolved to make his own.
"Well, I'm blest!" said Walker, speaking in a surprised way; "anyone 'ud think the place hadn't been empty an hour, let alone two years, not countin' Mrs. Wilkins's couple of nights. I wonder who left these clothes, and hats, and things!"
He had good reason for a certain stare of bewilderment.
The door, which was stoutly built, with a pane of sheet gla.s.s in the upper half, opened straight into a s.p.a.cious, oak-paneled hall. Left and right were a dining-room and a drawing-room, each containing two windows. Behind the dining-room a wide staircase gave access to the upper floors, and a flood of rich and variously-tinted light from a long arched window glowed on the dark panels below, and glistened on the polished mahogany case of a grandfather's clock which faced the foot of the stairs. The wall opposite the entrance was pierced by a half-open door, through which could be seen laden bookshelves reaching up eight feet or more. Another door, beyond the stairway, showed the only possible means of approach to the kitchen and domestic offices.
There were no pictures in the hall, but some antique plates and dishes of blue china were ranged on a shelf above the wainscot, and a narrow table and four straight-backed chairs, all of oak, were in tasteful keeping with the surroundings. On each side of the dining-room door were double rows of hooks, and on these hung the garments which had caught the agent's eye.
A bowler hat, a frayed panama, a cap, a couple of overcoats, even a lady's hat and mackintosh, lent an air of occupancy to the house, which was not diminished by the presence of several sticks and umbrellas in a couple of Chinese porcelain stands. Walker took down the panama. It was dust-laden, and the inner band of leather had a clammy feeling. He replaced it hastily.
"That's the Professor's," he said, trying to speak unconcernedly. "I remember seeing him in it, many a time."
Armathwaite noticed the action, and was aware of a peculiar _timbre_ in Walker's voice.
"Now, suppose we lay that ghost, and have done with it," he said quietly. "Where did my worthy and retrospective landlord hang himself?"
"There," said Walker, indicating a solitary hook screwed through the china shelf near the clock. "That bronze thing," pointing to a Burmese gong lying on the floor, "used to hang there. He took it down, tied the rope to the hook, and kicked a chair away.... If you come here," and he advanced a few paces, "you'll see why a ghost appears."
"Mr. Walker," bleated someone timidly.
Mr. Walker unquestionably jumped, and quite as unquestionably swore, even when he recognized Betty Jackson, standing in the porch.
"Well, what is it?" he cried gruffly, hoping his companion has missed that display of nerves.
"Please, sir, mother thought--" began the girl; but the startled "nut"
was annoyed, and showed it.
"I don't care what your mother thinks," he shouted. "Refusing me the keys, indeed! What next? I've a good mind to report her to Messrs.
Holloway & Dobb."
"But, sir, she only wanted to make the house a bit more tidy. It's dusty and stuffy. If you gentlemen would be kind enough to wait in the garden five minutes, I'd open up the rooms, and raise a window here and there."
Betty, tearful and repentant, had entered the hall in her eagerness to serve. Walker weakened; he had a soft spot in his heart for girls.
"No matter now," he said. "We shan't be here long. This gentleman is just going to look round and see if the place suits him."
"The best bedroom is all upside down," she persisted. "If you'd give me three minutes----"
"Run away and play, and don't bother us," he answered off-handedly. "As I was about to say, Mr. Armathwaite, someone in the old days put stained gla.s.s in that window on the landing. You'll notice it shows a knight in black armor--Edward, the Black Prince, it's believed to be--and, when the sun sets in the nor' west, it casts a strong shadow on the paneling beside the clock. Of course, it can be seen from the porch, and it accounts for this silly story about the ghost----"
"Oh!" screamed the girl. "Why talk of such horrid things? There's no ghost!"
Her cry was so unexpectedly shrill that Walker yielded to an anger almost as loud-voiced.
"Confound you!" he stormed at her; "take yourself off! One more word from you, and your mother loses her job."
Armathwaite looked into the girl's troubled face and saw there a fear, a foreboding, which were very real, if not to be accounted for readily.
"Kindly leave us," he said. "If I want Mrs. Jackson, or you, I'll call at the cottage."
There was an air of authority about Mr. Armathwaite that disconcerted Betty more than Walker's bl.u.s.ter. She went out and closed the front door. The agent ran and opened it again. The girl was standing on the path, clear of the porch, and gazing wistfully at the house.
"Will you mind your own business?" he grumbled. "The deuce take it, what's come to you to-day? You and your mother seem half crazy."
"We don't like folk to see the place at its worst," she said, rather defiantly.
"You're doing your best to turn Mr. Armathwaite against it, _I_ should think," was the angry comment. "Now, don't touch this door again, and clear out, d'ye hear?"
Betty flushed. She was distressed, but dales' blood boils quickly when subjected to the fire of contumely.
"I haven't asked such a favor," she said. "And you might keep a civil tongue in your head."
Walker sniffed his annoyance. But why bandy words with this aggressive young woman? He swung on his heel.
"Sorry you should have met with such a queer reception, Mr.
Armathwaite," he said. "I can't account for it. I really can't. Perhaps Mrs. Jackson feels hurt that I didn't let her know you were coming, but----"
"Never mind Mrs. Jackson or her daughter," said Armathwaite placidly.
"I'll soon settle matters with them. Now, you have an inventory, I believe? Suppose we start here."
"Then you've decided to take the house, sir?"
"Yes, two hours ago, in Nuttonby."
"I wish all our clients were like you," laughed Walker. "You know what you want and see that you get it.... Well, sir, as it happens, the inventory begins with the hall. I'll read, and you might note the items, stopping me if there's any doubt."
The agent rattled through his task, but was pulled up several times in dining-room and drawing-room, when a picture or two, some Sheffield plate, and various bits of china were missing. Black doubt seized the sharp Walker when this had happened for the fourth time. In all, there were seven disappearances, and, in each instance, the article was old and fairly valuable. Country villages, he reflected, were ransacked nowadays by collectors of curios. When opportunity served, he and Mrs.
Jackson would have some earnest words.
But surprise and relief came in the discovery of the seven; they were piled, with a number of books, on a table in the library.
"I suppose some kind of spring cleaning is going on," he said sheepishly. "Now the cat is out of the bag. Why the deuce didn't Betty say so, and have done with it!"
"I imagine she was trying to tell us something of the sort," smiled the other unconcernedly. "Surely we have not got to check the t.i.tles of all these books?"
"No, sir. They're lumped together--about eight hundred volumes."
Armathwaite surveyed the shelves with the eye of a reader.
"That must be nearly right," he said, after a little pause. "I must not get mine mixed with my predecessor's. I've brought nearly two hundred myself."
Walker thought of the brown paper parcel, which seemed to have a certain solidity, but said nothing. In the first place, if eight hundred books occupied so much s.p.a.ce, a quarter of that number would fit in no ordinary sheet of brown paper. Secondly, Mr. Armathwaite's manner did not invite unnecessary questions. The kitchen and scullery were soon dealt with. There was coal in a cellar, and a supply of wood, and a number of lamps drew attention to some tins of oil.
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