Johnstone of the Border Part 56
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Andrew related what had happened, and his companion looked satisfied.
"You don't seem to know that Williamson's body was washed up on the Colvend sh.o.r.e, a few hours ago."
"Oh!"
"The man who could have told us most has gone. Our hope now is to catch Staffer."
"You'd better make Appleyard your headquarters while you're looking into things," Andrew said. "We have nothing to hide."
"Thanks; I'll be glad to do so. It may be some satisfaction for you to learn that no unnecessary publicity will be allowed to attend this matter."
The next day, the officer told Andrew that Staffer's car had been found on the roadside, near a small fis.h.i.+ng village on the Northumberland coast.
"He doubled back into England by Norham," he added. "When our men got upon his track they found he'd covered the distances between the points at which they heard of him extraordinarily fast. In consequence, he had a number of hours' start when he left the car, and as a fis.h.i.+ng boat sailed soon afterward, I'm afraid he got away across the North Sea."
"I can't say that I am sorry he escaped," Andrew replied; "but I won't complain if his friends on the other side keep him there for good."
d.i.c.k was buried two days later, in a lonely kirkyard where many of his race had been laid to rest. The kirk had long crumbled down except for one tottering arch, but, as usual in the country, the funeral service was held at Appleyard, and Andrew's heart stirred as he saw the long stream of mourners coming up the drive. d.i.c.k had not died unlamented, but even those who knew him best were astonished at the number of his friends. None of his tenantry was missing, his neighbors had come from far and near; but there were others--fishermen, shepherds, men who lived by horse-couping and other devious means, and innkeepers from Dumfries and Lockerbie. The respectability of some was doubtful, but their grief was obvious, so far as the Scottish character allowed it to be seen, and Andrew gave them all his thanks and hand. This was an ancient custom and he was now the head of the family; but as he looked at the rows of solemn faces, he wondered whether he could win the love his predecessor had won.
That night, when the others had gone to bed, Andrew sat talking to Rankine by the fire in the hall.
"Has the fellow we caught on the sands made any admissions?" he asked.
"I understand you have seen him."
"None so far. He declined to talk, and, if I'm a judge of character, it's the line he'll stick to until the end. He sees that he has no defense. I'm rather curious about his rank; but he's obviously a navy man."
"He'll be court-martialed?"
"Yes. It will be kept quiet, for one or two reasons, and I don't think you'll be wanted."
"That's a relief. What's your private opinion about the matter? Was the plot confined to supplying the submarines?"
Rankine lighted a cigarette before he answered.
"On the whole, I don't think so. In fact, it's possible there was some foundation for your theory about the Eskdale road."
"Then you know something?"
"Something," Rankine agreed with a smile. "Now that my business on the coast is finished and I'm going to join a battles.h.i.+p, I may perhaps tell you that my rank is not lieutenant."
"Well, now that you are here, I hope you can spare us a few days."
"Thanks; I'll be glad to. My new s.h.i.+p needs some refitting and they don't want me at Portsmouth yet."
The next few months pa.s.sed uneventfully at Appleyard. For the most part, Andrew was kept occupied, investigating d.i.c.k's affairs and making new arrangements for the improvement of the estate. It was a relief to be busy; for his loss still weighed on him; and he had another trouble. Every day he grew deeper in love with Elsie; and she seemed to try purposely to avoid him. When they met she was friendly, but he noticed a hint of reserve in her manner. At last he began to think he would better go to Canada for a while when he had put everything straight.
Then, one cold spring evening, when he came back from a visit to a moorland farm, he found her sitting by the fire in the hall. The light was getting dim but the glow from the logs fell on her, and he noted her quick, nervous movement as she saw him.
"I'm afraid I startled you," he said, stopping beside her. "I've been walking about a wet bog all afternoon, examining drains, and it looks very cozy here. I won't disturb you if I sit down?"
"Of course not."
Andrew took a chair near her, and stretched his hands to the fire.
Neither spoke for a few minutes; and their silence seemed the deeper because of the loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
"I've always loved Appleyard," Andrew said slowly, looking about the big hall; "but somehow it doesn't seem homey to me now. There's something wanting; it's too big, or I'm better used to a boat."
"You miss d.i.c.k," Elsie answered softly, with a touch of color in her face. "Though he was often ill, it's wonderful how bright he was."
"Yes; I miss him all the time--but perhaps not as you do."
Andrew's voice was full of sympathy, and Elsie gave him a quick glance.
"You must know the truth, Andrew," she said impulsively. "At first I did feel miserably guilty for having sent d.i.c.k on a dangerous errand when I knew he was ill--"
"d.i.c.k went because he wanted to go," Andrew interrupted. "He never s.h.i.+rked a risk, and least of all when he could help his friends."
"But if I had loved d.i.c.k in the way you seem to think I loved him--perhaps I would not have been brave enough to let him go--I can't be sure."
"You didn't love him in that way?"
Elsie looked down at the book which lay in her lap. Her face was flooded with color, but a smile played about her lips.
"I would never have married d.i.c.k," she said, in a voice so low that Andrew had to lean toward her to catch her words.
"There was some one else?" he asked tensely.
She looked up at him then, and he gasped at the deepening glow in her eyes.
"What a stupid thing you are, Andrew! You ought to--"
He waited.
"Elsie--"
His voice was a mingling of incredulity and joy; and she answered his unspoken question with a shy smile.
"Of course--dear!"
THE END
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